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Chapters (40)
  1. Cover
  2. Serendipity
  3. Praise for Kris Bryant
  4. Bold Strokes Books Social Media
  5. Bold Strokes Books Newsletter Signup
  6. By the Author
  7. Acknowledgments
  8. Dedication
  9. Chapter One
  10. Chapter Two
  11. Chapter Three
  12. Chapter Four
  13. Chapter Five
  14. Chapter Six
  15. Chapter Seven
  16. Chapter Eight
  17. Chapter Nine
  18. Chapter Ten
  19. Chapter Eleven
  20. Chapter Twelve
  21. Chapter Thirteen
  22. Chapter Fourteen
  23. Chapter Fifteen
  24. Chapter Sixteen
  25. Chapter Seventeen
  26. Chapter Eighteen
  27. Chapter Nineteen
  28. Chapter Twenty
  29. Chapter Twenty-one
  30. Chapter Twenty-two
  31. Chapter Twenty-three
  32. Chapter Twenty-four
  33. Chapter Twenty-five
  34. Chapter Twenty-six
  35. Chapter Twenty-seven
  36. Chapter Twenty-eight
  37. Epilogue—One Year Later
  38. About the Author
  39. Books Available From Bold Strokes Books
  40. BOLDSTROKESBOOKS.COM

“I can’t tell you how ready I am,” Bristol said. She’d stayed close to the tour bus the last few days, not really having a place to land. Once the concert was over and the bands said their good-byes, that was it.

“Do you want to do a farewell video? It might be a good idea to publicly thank everyone,” Dom said.

“That’s a brilliant idea, and yes. When and where do you think?”

Dom sized her up and looked around. “I mean, we can do it here right now. You look amazing, as always. It might seem more heartfelt, too, instead of onstage in the heat of the moment.”

“Good idea. Where should I sit?” Bristol was still made up from a live appearance on Hollywood Hills with Lauren Lucas, so there was nothing for her to do other than find a place on the bus with the best background. Dom would set up the ring light, since the lighting on the bus was either too bright or too dark.

“Over there. Get comfortable. I’ll set up.”

Dom pointed to the chair that was closest to the front of the bus. Bristol looked confused. “Is this the best location?”

“You’re on tour. On a bus. It’s perfect. Trust me.”

Bristol watched as Dom expertly arranged the tripod and light. She threw out suggestions for Bristol before they decided she should wing it. It would sound more organic coming straight from the heart and not from cue cards.