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There was laughter from the crowd, whistles, and claps, many of them already holding up their phones.

I looked over to see Ace with his phone in one hand, giving me a thumbs-up with the other.

“This song is different from our other stuff, but when you hear it, you’ll know why I had to make it mine.” I looked at Van and all but fell into his indigo eyes. “This is called ‘Sideline.’”

Three, two, one.

We strummed our guitars, playing out the first notes.

I sang the chorus, and then we played off each other.

Back and forth, and then harmonizing together.

And the way Van looked at me as he sang, I swear our souls connected on a level I’d never felt with anyone.

Like he was right there inside me, and I was living his song.

Together, we merged and unleashed something greater than ourselves—a moment in time that would live on after us.

The song was us.

I’d performed with lots of musicians over my career—some of the most popular in the world.

None of them could compare to him.

Was this the best performance of my life? From the audience’s point of view, maybe yes, maybe no.

But I poured every bit of myself into it. And the emotions behind the music?

Everything but me and Van faded away.

No fucking joke; my eyes welled up as I sang the last chorus.

My makeup was probably a ruined mess by the time the song was done, but I didn’t give a fuck.

I gave it my all. And all I had was his.

If Van didn’t know by now that I was all in with him, that I was, in fact, in love with him, he’d never know.

The audience sure as fuck did.

CHAPTER19

VAN

Seeing my song performed by an artist always gave me a high.

And watching Brodie sing several of my works over the years was an even bigger thrill.

But having a chance to perform this song, with Brodie, to his fans?

I’d never experienced anything like it. Never.

No, my voice was not nearly as smooth as his, and I couldn’t hit some of those high notes, but none of that mattered.

Everything between us on this stage made perfectly imperfect sense.

We were just Brodie and Van out here.

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