It's Monday night and Deacon is planning to sing at the Bluebird tonight. It has been a rough week and he needs to release his emotions. He needs to play his music. For the past 13 years, Deacon has played almost every Monday night at the Bluebird. It has been essential for his mental health. It has been his lifeline. It has helped him to stay sober.

Without Rayna in his life, he needs Monday nights at the Bluebird. If he can't talk to her, then he knows he must express his thoughts through his music. He can't hold everything in. He can't allow it to build up because he will succumb to the pressure.

Every Monday night for the past 13 years, Deacon has hoped that Rayna would come to see him perform. He plays music for her. He sings his heart out, hoping that she will somehow hear him and that his words will call her back into his arms. She has only shown up a few times and he knows that her decision to avoid the Bluebird on Monday nights has been a wise one. His music is full of raw emotions and the lyrics are always for her. If she had frequented the Bluebird on Monday nights, they would not have been able to resist their emotions for as long as they have.

Deacon drives to the Bluebird in silence. He doesn't turn on the radio because he knows he will hear one of her songs if he does. He doesn't want to hear her voice right now. He needs to clear his head before his performance and hearing her voice would put his mind into overdrive. He stares into the dark night, trying to focus on his destination. He doesn't want to think of her. Thinking of her will only cause trouble.

Their relationship has always been tense but these past few weeks have been especially hard on them. Deacon knows that she is struggling with her marriage. He knows that her home life has been taking its toll on her.

Ever since she has been married, they have maintained a relationship. Now that she has fired him, they no longer have the one thing that was keeping them both sane. They can't talk like they used to. They can't thrive on the sexual tension. They can't turn to each other to get past the tough times. Even though neither of them wants to admit it, they are sinking without each other.

As he approaches the turn for the Bluebird, he glances in his rearview mirror. He almost can't believe his eyes.

Am I hallucinating?

He sees her SUV behind him. He can make out the shape of her body but he can't make out many details in the dark. He doesn't need to see the details to know that it is her. He would recognize her anywhere. It's almost as if he can sense her presence. He watches as she pulls into the parking lot behind him.

What is she doing here?

Deacon can't help but hope that she has come to her senses. He hopes that she has come to tell him she misses him, she can't stop thinking about him, and she needs him to rejoin her band.

Deacon takes his time getting out of the car, fiddling around in the glove box in an attempt to appear busy. He can hear the click of her heels. He knows that she is approaching. When the clicking stops, he knows that she is standing by his window but he continues to act busy. He needs to get his emotions in check before he can face her. He wants to appear strong, even though he is hurting.

He hears her tapping on the window. He looks up and attempts to look surprised. He opens the door a little bit so that he can talk to her.

"What're you doin here, Ray?" he asks evenly.

She shrugs her shoulders.

"I needed to get out of the house. You playin tonight?" she replies.

Deacon takes in her appearance. She looks as beautiful as ever. Her hair falls perfectly around her face. Her clothing accentuates her figure. Just looking at her turns him on.

"Yep. Been playin here on Monday nights for the past 13 years," he replies tensely.

Deacon sees her face harden at his tone. He notices that her eyes look red. He wonders if she has been crying.

"You wanna join me up there?" he asks, softening his tone as he tries to reach out to her.

She shakes her head.

"I think I'm just gonna watch tonight," she tells him.

"Suit yourself," he responds nonchalantly.

She remains quiet for a moment as she stands in the darkness. He watches her as she fidgets with her keys. She looks like she wants to say something. She opens her mouth briefly but no words come out. She takes a deep breath and looks away from him.

"See ya inside," she says as she turns and walks toward the door.

Deacon runs his hands through his hair as he watches her walk away. He can't believe that she is actually here. He tries to stop himself from getting his hopes up. He knows that she is still with Teddy.

It doesn't mean anything. She's married. She's just here because she was bored.

Deacon sighs.

It's gonna be a long night.

He locks his car and walks toward the door of the Bluebird. He doesn't know why Rayna is here but he knows that he isn't going to let this opportunity go to waste. He is going to play his heart out to her and hope for the best.