“Don’t, Luke. It’s not worth your career.” He tries to convince me.
At this very moment, it feels like it would be worth my career. It really does.
Turning my eyes back to Travis, I somehow make it through his excruciating show. He smiles, throws witty banter out to the crowd, and has them completely eating out of his hand. They’re all drinking the Travis-flavored punch without question. The part I’m having the hardest time with is how completely different he is than me. He’s good with people, charming, and loved by so many fans everywhere. He’s built his career from the ground up and never faltered on what he wanted in life.
I’m more brutish, less politically correct, and have historically been unsure of what I really wanted to be when I grow up. Even now, I question if he would give up his career for Andi if she asked. I know I would have—probably still would today if given the right circumstances. Travis is driven and built for success. I feel like I’m destined to wander aimlessly from one thing to another, trying to find what I really want to do.
“Now, I’d like to ask the gorgeous and talented Andi Morgan to join me for a couple of songs,” Travis says and the crowd goes wild.
Looking around, I’m completely shocked at their reaction. I knew the duets were doing well on the charts, but I had no idea they were this big. I’ve been in a secluded bubble for the past month while I’ve been training, so this reaction completely stuns me.
When Andi joins Travis onstage, he extends his hand to her as she approaches him. I can see her slight hesitation to take it and narrow my eyes in suspicion. Why would she do that? Does he not normally do that? Was that for my benefit?
These fucking questions are driving me insane.
Their first song, “Just Lie,” tears my fucking heart out. I picture them together, making their own music as they make love.
I don’t want to fight this
You’re the only one I need
Your love is such sweet bliss
So just come lie with me
Baby, just for tonight
Let’s just lie.
Now I do believethere’s such a thing as cruel and unusual punishment. Sitting through this concert tonight is definite proof that it does exist and I’ve lived through it. So far, anyway. I have to question if anyone has ever actually died of a broken heart because it sure as hell feels like it could happen at any moment.
