Whatever emotion was jackhammering at her heart, Annie took a deep breath and let it in. “I’ll be there.”

Chapter Twenty

“Good night, San Francisco!” Bristol yelled to the crowd, who screamed for her not to go. One encore was enough. She signaled to the stage manager, who slowly turned on the lights, letting concertgoers know the show was over.

She was drenched in sweat and knew she had to eat and drink something before she passed out, but all she could think about was getting back to the hotel and hanging out with Annie. Sure, everyone on the tour would be there, but that wasn’t why she was so excited. It was seeing Annie again. Annie gave her something that she hadn’t felt in a long time. Hope. It fluttered behind her rib cage and tickled her heart. Maybe it was okay to let her guard down again. It was hard to tell, because right now, Annie was new to the scene and relied somewhat on Bristol’s guidance. She knew what would happen the minute Annie got a manager. It would change everything. She should pull back in case feelings got in the way and ruined a blossoming friendship, but she already knew she was in it for more.

“Right this way, Ms. Baines.”

Bristol heard Bruce’s voice and followed him through the back entrances of the arena to a limo. She wanted out of there fast to get back to the hotel. Even though it was just her own crew, she had to dress the part. Harper had laid out several different outfits for her to choose from. She picked out black leggings, a white V-neck, a muted black shirt she left unbuttoned, and her combat boots. By the time her hair stylist and makeup artist showed up, she was in the chair waiting.

“What look are we going for tonight?” Phoebe asked and circled Bristol as though sizing her up. “Ultra chic? Casual night in?”

“Not as much makeup as I wear onstage. My skin hates me right now.”

Annette grabbed moisturizer while Phoebe swooped in to give suggestions about her hair.

“Maybe keep at least half down? I don’t want the weight of it to give me a headache.” Bristol wavered about what looked best on her.

“How about we straighten it and pull it back in a twisted ponytail?”

It was a look that Bristol liked but could never wear onstage running and dancing around. “I love it. Let’s do it.”

Annette and Phoebe bobbed and weaved around one another until Bristol was ready to greet her guests. Lizzy peeked in and informed Bristol the alcohol and appetizers were laid out, ready for consumption.