“Hair or makeup?”

“Both.”

“I can work you in right now, but once my two o’clock gets here, I’ll have to work on her.”

“Jazz, I’m opening for Bristol Baines tonight.” Annie knew she sounded winded and overly excited, but she was, and she didn’t care.

“The Bristol Baines? Are you kidding me?” Jazz hissed her questions as though this were a secret.

“No. I have to be at the arena at five, and I don’t trust my hair with anyone else. Plus, you know how bad I am at makeup.”

Jazz yelled, “Bex. Push all my appointments back thirty minutes. We have an emergency.”

“I love you, and I’ll see you in five minutes,” Annie said.

“I want every single detail. I’ll be waiting with coffee,” Jazz said.

Annie disconnected the call and checked her time. Jazz wouldn’t let her leave until she was perfect. She’d already decided to wear her tight black pants, her Doc Martens, and a sapphire sleeveless top that emphasized the color of her eyes. What if she wasn’t good enough or what if she had a meltdown on a stage that big? She needed to calm down. She did the only thing she knew what to do when life got overwhelming. She called her sister.

“What are you doing tonight and/or tomorrow night?” she asked.

“Hey, sis. What’s going on?”

Annie tried hard to keep her voice even, but the excitement kept bubbling up. “How would you and Peyton and Chase like to go to the Bristol Baines concert?”

Sarah paused. “How did you get tickets? That sounds amazing. Chase is working, but if Peyton is feeling up to it, I say yes. Does this have anything to do with Lizzy? Did she offer you tickets? When did you talk to her?”

Annie smiled at her sister’s excitement. “Oh, I got backstage passes and VIP seats because I’m going to be an opening act!”

Sarah howled into the phone. “Oh, my God! Are you serious?”

“Yes! I’m on my way to see Jazz so she can do my hair and makeup.”

“Okay, okay, okay. Deep breath. What are you going to wear?” Sarah asked.

“Something black. I’m more concerned about my hair and makeup,” Annie said.

“Don’t they have somebody to do that for you?”

“Don’t put the cart before the horse. I’m not about to go in there and start demanding things. I’ve got a twenty-five-minute gig and no time to practice, so I’m freaking out.”

“What do you need me to do?” Sarah asked.

Annie loved that her sister was the first to jump in as though she wasn’t the busiest person Annie knew.

“I need you to show up and have a great time.”