“Damn, I’m so glad. I thought I’d have to miss the whole thing. At least I get to see you live in concert once or twice on your tour,” I say as the sadness threatens to overtake me.
“Hopefully Mack and Joe will give you a couple of nights off in a row so you can come to the show and hang out with me before and after it. They have to give you some downtime,” she says hopefully. “Maybe they’ll even let me come watch you in the ring while I’m out there.”
“We’ll make sure they do. Even if we have to dress you up as a pretty little man to get you inside,” I joke.
“Let me know if I need to buy a wig,” she laughs.
This tour will be a once in a lifetime opportunity for Andi, and the camp is undoubtedly an incredible chance for me. We each get to really give our all for something that we love—singing for her, boxing for me. Our love for each other isn’t in question, our devotion to the other is secure, and our relationship is foolproof.
We got this.
I think.
Joe and Mack will keep me too busy to have time for much of anything else. Andi’s schedule and time on the road will be crazy with a forty-city schedule. My only qualm is that’s a lot of time for Travis to find ways to worm his way into her heart and mind. The bond they’ll build over the roar of the crowd and the excitement of the stage will be hard for me to compete with from thousands of miles away.
Resolving to be a better man for Andi, I hold my reservations inside. I refuse to be the one who puts a damper on her good fortune. She would never do that do me, and she deserves this break. This is her time in the spotlight, her half a year of fame. At the end of this tour, if she wants to continue pursuing this career, we’ll cross that bridge when we have to.
I just hope she still wants me after all the time we spend apart. Maybe my insecurities have a small part to play in my reservations about this whole concert thing.
