“Tonight is the last night of the Angel/Devil tour, and I want to thank so many people who made this happen. I have to start with Top Shelf for arranging the tour and putting me in front of fans all over the world. My heart goes out to my manager Lizzy, who made the tour run like a well-oiled machine and for being my strength when I needed it. Where would this tour be without the crew that builds the beautiful and safe sets in every city? Thank you to them and to my stylists and assistants. I needed every single person on this tour, and they did amazing work night after night.” Bristol paused, not for effect, but because she was getting emotional. “Thank you to all the bands and singers who opened for me. Fast Cars is an incredible band, and I hope my fans enjoyed their music as much as I did. Ali Hart started the tour with us but had to leave because baby number three decided to show up earlier than planned, but that gave us Annie Foster, whose crisp, clear voice wowed us all. And all of this—the videos, the photos of the tour, the social media posts—are managed by my friend Dom. Come over here, say hi.” Dom’s eyes widened, but she walked over to Bristol, looked at the camera, and waved. She was quick to duck back out of sight so Bristol could finish. “And my fans.” She rested both her hands on her heart. “Thank you so much for your continued support over the years and helping me grow into the person I am today. I love you all, and I hope you enjoyed the tour.”

Dom signaled they were done recording and gave her a thumbs-up. “That was beautiful, Bristol. Even though you pulled me into it.” She pretended to be perturbed, but Bristol knew Dom loved the attention.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done on the tour. I know it’s hard to be away from your family and friends,” Bristol said. Dom was always going to be with her, even if it was in a smaller capacity. She was too good at juggling all the accounts, and she knew Bristol’s brand better than Bristol did. She liked posting the little, fun things like the flirting with Annie. What was she going to do about Annie? They’d talked a few times since the big bus blowout, but their exchanges were more cordial than personal, and Bristol hated it. She missed Annie’s warmth and her sunny disposition.

“Everything starts early today. How are you feeling?” Dom asked as she broke down the light and packed her messenger bag. As if sensing Bristol’s vulnerability, she sat opposite her and waited patiently for Bristol to answer.