Chapters (40)
- Cover
- Serendipity
- Praise for Kris Bryant
- Bold Strokes Books Social Media
- Bold Strokes Books Newsletter Signup
- By the Author
- Acknowledgments
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- Chapter Twenty-seven
- Chapter Twenty-eight
- Epilogue—One Year Later
- About the Author
- Books Available From Bold Strokes Books
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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.”