“Juliet Ash wants to record my song!”
The entire room falls silent as everyone turns to look at me. Oops. I might have screamed those words at the top of my lungs.
“You’re serious?”
“She called me. On the phone. My phone. With her private number.”
He wraps his arms around me and lifts me off the ground before whirling me around. “My Addy is going to be famous!”
When he sets me down, his friends – Nolan, Tanner, and Brock – are crowded around us.
“What’s happening?” Nolan asks.
“Juliet Ash is going to record my song.”
It doesn’t matter how many times I say those very words; I can’t believe them. Is this my life? Is this actually happening? Maybe I should return to my stroke hypothesis. I really should google what the symptoms of a stroke are.
“The song you sang atBootlegger?” Tanner asks. I nod. “Awesome. The song was wicked good.”
Brock clasps my hand. “Congratulations, Addy. You’re very talented.”
Gage puffs out his chest. “She’s amazing. She’s going to be a famous songwriter.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s one song.”
“For now. I know how talented you are. You’re going to be famous.”
I shrug. “I was lucky you recorded me singing and posted it on YouTube.”
He grins. “Does this mean you’re no longer mad at me for posting you singing on YouTube?”
I wag my finger at him. “Don’t push your luck.”
He barks out a laugh and wraps his arm around my shoulders. “I will always help you.”
My nose wrinkles. “You don’t happen to know a good entertainment lawyer, do you?”
“Someone here must know one.” He motions to the room full of his football team eating dinner. Oh crap. I’m interrupting him. I shouldn’t be here.
“I’m sorry.” I try to step back but he won’t release me. “I’m interrupting you.”
“Songbird, you can interrupt me whenever you want.”
“Except on the field,” Brock grumbles. “No running onto the field during a game. Especially not during fourth down in the fourth quarter. Not even when you’re in labor.”
I blink up at him. “How do you even get to the field? Aren’t there security guards and locked doors and big burly football players to keep you out?”
“If you’re determined, you can figure it out.”
“I…” I trail off with a shake of my head. I don’t plan to ever invade a football field. “I promise not to run onto the field when you are playing or any other time.”
“We’re getting off track.” Gage squeezes my shoulder. “I want to hear every single detail.”
I glance around and realize everyone in the room is staring at us. My cheeks heat. I’ve been blaring out words willy-nilly since I entered this room. Maybe I should shut up now.
Gage drops his arm from around my shoulder and clasps my hand. “Come on. You can fill me in on all the details in private.”
“But I need to tell Alaia all the gossip,” Tanner whines.
