That song was older than the patients in the room. How did they even know it? It wasn’t that Annie didn’t appreciate Miley Cyrus’s talent; she just didn’t like her music. She smiled and started strumming. These kids deserved happiness, and if that’s the song they wanted, then that’s what she was going to give them. “Everybody put your hands up like the song says.” She waited for them to put their hands up. When they all had their hands up as high as they could, given their treatment restrictions, Annie continued. She sang the rest of the song and ended it with a whoop of delight. “I have to go now, but I had a wonderful time with all of you.” Annie went around the room and fist-bumped all ten kids. She met Sarah on the other side of the door.

“Guess what?”

“What?” Annie asked, peeling off her mask and coveralls. She let Sarah fix the collar on her shirt.

“I just met the most amazing person, and you’re going to love me.”

Annie held up her hands and waved them at her sister. “Oh, no. You are not playing matchmaker with me. I’m fine on my own.”

“Oh, hell, no. She’s way out of your league anyway.”

Annie playfully smacked her sister’s arm. “That’s not a nice thing to say.”

“I’m teasing. Besides, she’s straight anyway.”

“Like you were with her for what? Ten minutes? And you talked about her sexuality? Weird.” Annie slung her soft case over her shoulder and held up a small brown bag. She didn’t want to talk about the secret woman who’d watched her play. “This is from Charley for Peyton. I can only assume it’s nothing but sugar and frosting and is guaranteed to put a smile on her face.”

Sarah put her hands on Annie’s shoulders and looked her straight in the eye. “I know you’re ignoring me, so let me put it to you another way. You just played a song by one of the hottest artists of our time, the legendary Bristol Baines, in front of her manager.”

Annie could only stand there and gape at her sister. What were the odds?

Chapter Two

“You have to listen to this.”

Bristol groaned and chucked her pillow at Lizzy, her manager and friend. “I was almost asleep.”

The bed bounced as Lizzy plopped down next to her. Lizzy held her hand and squeezed. “I found your opening act.”

“I have an opening act already.”

“But you need two. At least until the end of the tour. Here. I want you to watch this little video and, if you like her, head over to her YouTube channel. She’s good. She does covers and original stuff,” Lizzy said.