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  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

That was Bristol’s cue. She slipped the electric guitar around her neck and started strumming from behind Annie. The crowd couldn’t see her yet. She waited until Annie started singing and moved to center stage. The crowd shrieked once they realized who had joined Annie. Annie kept singing, and when Bristol came in at the chorus, the audience was deafening. Bristol smiled at Annie while they sang. With her raspy voice and Annie’s crystal-clear one, their sound combined was incredible. It was as if they’d been singing together for years, though this was only their second time.

“Bristol Baines, everyone!” Annie shouted.

“Annie Foster, everyone!” Bristol shouted. She gave the guitar one final strum and left the stage for Annie to wrap up her set.

“Thank you, Bristol, for inviting me to sing on this tour. I’m opening again tomorrow night, and I hope to see you all. Next up is Fast Cars from California. They’ll take the stage in twenty minutes, so you have time to get that concert swag you regretted not buying when you walked in. Thank you for such a warm welcome.”

Bristol watched as Annie walked over to where her sister and niece were standing. Her niece threw herself against Annie and hugged her. Bristol turned to Lizzy. “Have somebody bring me a child’s concert shirt and a few Angel/Devil tumblers.” Lizzy immediately called for somebody in her headset and held up two fingers, indicating it would be only a couple of minutes.

“You need to get back to your dressing room and get ready for the concert. You’re on in an hour,” Lizzy said.

“I will. I just want to give Annie’s niece a great concert experience.”

Lizzy looked at her watch. “Okay. We’ll wait.”

“Can you have somebody escort them over?” Bristol asked. She knew Annie’s friends and family wouldn’t be able to get close unless she or Lizzy gave the okay. Having bodyguards was nice when she needed them, but she was getting tired of them around her twenty-four seven. She watched as one of Lizzy’s three assistants approached them. “She did a remarkable job. We should ask her to finish the tour with us. Six weeks on the road would give her a ton of fresh exposure.”

“We already have people lined up in Albuquerque, Santa Fe, and San Francisco,” Lizzy said.

“We have twenty-one concerts left, and only six have full acts. Why don’t we ask Annie if she wants to pick up shows where we don’t have an opening act?”

“I think she’s great, but maybe let’s wait until the reviews come in before we make a rash decision.”