Brock turned his attention to Will, he reached
across the table and squeezed her hand. "We can if we
try. I want to try, Josie."
She watched as he got up from the table and walked
down the aisle toward Will. When she'd packed her
bags for this road trip, she'd promised herself there'd
be no regrets this time around. She didn't want to think
that she'd ever regret her decision to come on the road
with Brock or anything at all about the man.
But she had to stay true to her goal. The end of the
road for her was Nashville. She had a lot of catching up
to do. Looking at Brock, she knew they both hoped for
wonderful things in Nashville, but their roads were sure
to turn in different directions once they arrived. She
was going to have to be careful not to take the wrong
path again.
he first week on the road had been met with a series
of mishaps that were quickly fixed so that the audience
was left unaware to enjoy the show. Unloading and setting up quickly and not getting in each other's way
while doing their jobs was getting easier after their
tenth show, Josie discovered.
All of the early shows had been small, held in local
clubs and large dancehalls that drew a regular crowd no
matter who the headlining band was on the sign outside. It was a good way to bring in new fans and get
exposure for Brock on the local radio stations. The new
CD was starting to get airplay and that set everyone's
spirits a little higher.
The sound check had become a routine for Josie.
They'd all fallen into a groove, having spent so much
time in close quarters on the bus. Such is life on the
road, but it wasn't without a downside. Tensions flared
and then dissipated, usually by Will, who, being on the phone a good deal of the time, would scold whoever
was making the ruckus.
But despite the little spats that went on backstage and
on the bus, the band had become tight, not unlike a
married couple who'd grown through their first year as
newlyweds. They'd done well and survived the first leg
of the tour, but the big test would come when they
reached the coast.
The mood had change as the anticipation of their
first big show in Galveston approached. Josie could
almost hear it like a hum getting louder by the moment
until it became a roar.
Will had high hopes for Galveston. He'd said that
everything they'd done so far was solely leading up to
this one gig. From then on, every gig they had would
build on the last.
They pulled into the fairgrounds, located on one of
Galveston's thirty-two miles of beach.
"Hey, this is us," Miles said, reaching over to the
stereo sitting in the overhead compartment. He turned
up the volume. Brock's voice filtered over the speakers.
"When did this happen?" Roy asked Will.
Willjust smiled.
"Did you think it was magic? The guy's got connections," Miles said, smacking Roy with a music
magazine.
Roy pointed a finger at Miles and chuckled. "Don't
start with me again."
"Enough, already," Will said, getting up and moving
to the front of the bus. "This bus isn't big enough for
you two to get into another wrestling match."
"Hey, Miles is just sore because I managed to get
him in a headlock."
Josie glanced over at Brock, who was reclining in his
seat, seemingly lost in the song playing on the radio.
His song.
She leaned over, rested her elbows on her knees, and
said quietly, "Cool, huh? To hear it on the air for the
first time."
But instead of the elation the other band members
were enjoying at this milestone, Brock appeared guarded,
almost critiquing the music as he had in the studio.
Josie giggled with excitement. Her work was on the
radio again. And not some little fluff dog food commercial. It was music she'd worked on. It had been a
long time coming.
"You know, you can ease up a little and just enjoy the
moment. This is big."
As she sang along with the radio, he smiled at her,
something warm, wonderful, and wide.
"I've been dreaming of this day for a
across the table and squeezed her hand. "We can if we
try. I want to try, Josie."
She watched as he got up from the table and walked
down the aisle toward Will. When she'd packed her
bags for this road trip, she'd promised herself there'd
be no regrets this time around. She didn't want to think
that she'd ever regret her decision to come on the road
with Brock or anything at all about the man.
But she had to stay true to her goal. The end of the
road for her was Nashville. She had a lot of catching up
to do. Looking at Brock, she knew they both hoped for
wonderful things in Nashville, but their roads were sure
to turn in different directions once they arrived. She
was going to have to be careful not to take the wrong
path again.
he first week on the road had been met with a series
of mishaps that were quickly fixed so that the audience
was left unaware to enjoy the show. Unloading and setting up quickly and not getting in each other's way
while doing their jobs was getting easier after their
tenth show, Josie discovered.
All of the early shows had been small, held in local
clubs and large dancehalls that drew a regular crowd no
matter who the headlining band was on the sign outside. It was a good way to bring in new fans and get
exposure for Brock on the local radio stations. The new
CD was starting to get airplay and that set everyone's
spirits a little higher.
The sound check had become a routine for Josie.
They'd all fallen into a groove, having spent so much
time in close quarters on the bus. Such is life on the
road, but it wasn't without a downside. Tensions flared
and then dissipated, usually by Will, who, being on the phone a good deal of the time, would scold whoever
was making the ruckus.
But despite the little spats that went on backstage and
on the bus, the band had become tight, not unlike a
married couple who'd grown through their first year as
newlyweds. They'd done well and survived the first leg
of the tour, but the big test would come when they
reached the coast.
The mood had change as the anticipation of their
first big show in Galveston approached. Josie could
almost hear it like a hum getting louder by the moment
until it became a roar.
Will had high hopes for Galveston. He'd said that
everything they'd done so far was solely leading up to
this one gig. From then on, every gig they had would
build on the last.
They pulled into the fairgrounds, located on one of
Galveston's thirty-two miles of beach.
"Hey, this is us," Miles said, reaching over to the
stereo sitting in the overhead compartment. He turned
up the volume. Brock's voice filtered over the speakers.
"When did this happen?" Roy asked Will.
Willjust smiled.
"Did you think it was magic? The guy's got connections," Miles said, smacking Roy with a music
magazine.
Roy pointed a finger at Miles and chuckled. "Don't
start with me again."
"Enough, already," Will said, getting up and moving
to the front of the bus. "This bus isn't big enough for
you two to get into another wrestling match."
"Hey, Miles is just sore because I managed to get
him in a headlock."
Josie glanced over at Brock, who was reclining in his
seat, seemingly lost in the song playing on the radio.
His song.
She leaned over, rested her elbows on her knees, and
said quietly, "Cool, huh? To hear it on the air for the
first time."
But instead of the elation the other band members
were enjoying at this milestone, Brock appeared guarded,
almost critiquing the music as he had in the studio.
Josie giggled with excitement. Her work was on the
radio again. And not some little fluff dog food commercial. It was music she'd worked on. It had been a
long time coming.
"You know, you can ease up a little and just enjoy the
moment. This is big."
As she sang along with the radio, he smiled at her,
something warm, wonderful, and wide.
"I've been dreaming of this day for a
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