Read Online Our Song by Casey Peeler - Free Book Online

 
     
     
     
     
     
    AS I HIT THE LAST NOTE of my most current single, the crowd goes wild, and the stage goes dark. “Thank you, Charlotte! Now put your hands together for Jake Bryant!”
    Exiting the stage, I glance over my shoulder into the crowd and cannot believe how my life has changed in the last six months. It wasn’t long ago that I spent my weekends hitting up every local country bar within a hundred mile radius of Lattimore trying to make a name for myself. Little did I know that Cole, the manager of my favorite country bar, Coyote Joe’s, had made sure that a certain country music god caught a glimpse of me at their amateur night.
    Walking down the hall backstage, I come face-to-face with the country music god himself. “Don’t worry, Belle. This never gets old. You do know that before long you’re gonna be closing a show down.”
    “Thanks, Jake. But I’m just gonna enjoy this ride right now. I’ll see ya from the crowd,” I say with a wink.
    Hurrying to my dressing room, I make a quick trip into the powder room, change into clothes a little less divaish and hurry back to find a spot in the crowd. I honestly think I could watch Jake Bryant every single night on that stage, and not just for the way that his ass looks in those jeans either. He has one of the best voices in country music today. It’s like sweet honey to my ears, and I swear, it gets sweeter every time I hear it.
    As I grab my water, I hear the voices of thousands of screaming fans, and with the first downbeat of his current number one hit, every word is being sung by Jake and the crowd. Gah! That’s got to be the best feeling ever. I walk double time to make my way out into the crowd. Security knows exactly what I’m up to. Since the first day I began touring with Jake, once my set is over, I enjoy his show just like everyone else, directly in the pit. One perk is that I always get a good spot thanks to security.
    As Jake slows it down, I laugh when he finds my eyes in the crowd and then winks. Of course, all the girls around me think it’s for them, but I know that it’s for me. The truth is, Jake Bryant has become my best friend since the day he signed me to his tour. He’s the complete opposite of what I expected a country mega star to act like; he’s a perfect gentleman. Maybe it’s due to the close quarters we endure while traveling, but he is an absolute sweetheart, and I’ll take that fine ass any day!
    I sing along with the crowd to every song, sway my hips back and forth, and lift my drink at the appropriate times. When the next to the last song in the set begins, I make my way back out of the crowd and to the stage entrance. I finish watching the show from the side of the stage.
    As Jake finishes his finale, he takes a bow and runs offstage toward me. He lifts me off the ground and spins me around.
    “Glad to see me?” I ask.
    “You have no idea what it’s like to look out into the crowd and find eyes that you know. Really know, Belle.”
    “If I didn’t know better, Mr. Bryant, I’d think somebody had a crush.”
    “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you liked it.”
    “What can I say? I’m a sucker for a country boy in tight ass jeans that knows how to work a stage.”
    Jake puts me down, and we start to make our way to sign autographs. This makes for a long night, but at least we have a few days off before hitting the road again. The big man upstairs must have been looking out for me because I can go home for a few days. That means no tour bus, cameras, hotel rooms, or getting decked out to the nines every night. I get to see my family and friends, be myself, and enjoy life as a normal twenty-two year old.
    “So, Jake, what have you got planned for your days off?”
    “Well, I guess I’m gonna just stay on the bus. Why?”
    “Well, I was thinkin’.”
    “Oh lord, you’re thinkin’?” he asks as he stops and crosses his arms.
    “Yeah, well, I was thinkin’ about goin’ home for a few days. I