Belonging With Crazy You
Prologue:
I walked down the stairs of the Cullen house as I waited for Alice to pick out an outfit. I went in the living room to see her older brother, Edward, playing the Xbox. I sat down next to him.
"What's up?" He asked as he leaned forward. As if that would help you win that stupid mafia game, I thought to myself.
I shrugged. "Not much, why?" I asked.
"You just seem a little off lately." He explained.
"It's just the move."
He clicked pause and settled back on the couch. "How's that going?"
It was always easy talking to Edward for some reason. Even the three year difference didn't really make a difference. I was thirteen, he was sixteen, but it didn't matter. For some reason, we were always at ease around each other. When Alice wasn't there, I could count on Edward. He was like the big brother I always wanted but never had. It was great because Alice had another big brother, Emmett. He was like the big brother you had but never wanted. I guess for Alice and Edward, Emmett kind of came with the package.
"Okay, I guess. I mean, Phoenix is somewhat of a long way from Forks." I told him.
He nodded. "How is Alice handling it?" He asked.
I rolled my eyes. "As long as Jasper is in her life she is perfectly content." I assured him.
Alice had been gushing over Jasper since we were kids. It wasn't until very recently that the sixteen year old boy asked her out. Even though Jasper was Edward's best friend, I worried about them. I mean- come on. He was sixteen, and she was thirteen. What is up with that?
He laughed. "I guess you're right."
I leaned my head against his shoulder. "It's nice to know I can be replaced so easily."
"Aw, come on, Monkey. You know no one can replace you."
"Right, Superman. I'm sure you're right." I told him.
Edward and I came up with the nicknames when I was ten, and he was thirteen. I had this thing for climbing trees. That's where Monkey came from. Anyway, one time I had gotten stuck, so Edward had to come up and get me. Even at thirteen he was well built for his age. He had managed to jump effortlessly from the bottom branch, all the way to the ground. He had also happened to be wearing a blue shirt with a red button down one on top, hence Superman.
"Of course I am. I always am." He said cheerily.
I shook my head at him. "Whatever." I muttered as Alice came running down the stairs.
Edward turned his attention back to the game as if none of what we had just talked about happened. Gee, thanks. Way to make me feel better. I wish I had known that was the last time I would ever see him.
EIGHT YEARS LATER
CHAPTER 1- The Reunion
"Wake up, Bella." My assistant, Angela, said.
I mumbled for her to shut up and pulled the covers over my head, trying to get some sleep.
"Oh, no. You have a full schedule today. You have an interview with Entertainment Times, X-Fashions, and Music and Movies. We have to get you up and at 'em." She cheered.
I sat up and glared at the perky girl in front of me. She smiled. "You also have a photo shoot, but don't worry tomorrow is all yours. Nothing to but sit and do whatever the hell you want."
That sounded great. So, I guessed the sooner I got through with today, the sooner I got to tomorrow. I got up out of bed and went take a shower so I would look presentable.
That's who I was, presentable little star. When I ran away from home, I was discovered performing in a bar, Eclipses. I was now a country sensation. Interviews were far too many to count, and I rarely had any me time anymore. It really kind of sucked. I loved the music though.
This was always about the music. I didn't care that I lived one of the best studio apartments in the country, nor did I care about the cars. It was just me and my guitar. That's all I ever want it to be.
I sighed as I walked out of the bathroom and waited for my fashion coordinator to arrive. Yes, I had one of those. Trust me, you don't want me walking out the door without asking Rosalie if I was wearing something decent first. Let's just say I would be the first celebrity addition of What Not to Wear.
When Rose got there, I sat down and wore what she threw my way and didn't complain as she did my makeup. I learned long ago that it was best that I just leave it alone and the girl do her job.
"So, what's on the agenda today?" She asked as she curled my hair.
Angela cut in before I could answer. "Multiple interviews and a photo shoot."
"Mm. Sounds exciting." She said.
"Doesn't it now?" I asked sarcastically.
"Okay drama queen, what's up?" Rosalie asked me.
"She wants to stay home and sleep in." Angela told Rose.
"Jesus Bella, you need to go out and have some fun." Rose told me as she finished up my hair. "Okay, you're good." She said happily.
My manager, Kate, always set up interviews religiously. They were her favorite part of being a manager. Yea, but she didn't have to be the one being interrogated, oh, wait I'm sorry, interviewed, I thought. I managed to get through all of my interviews barely alive, and now it was time for my photo shoot for my new album.
When I got the studio, I was immediately being whisked away to be made-up and dressed. I loved working with specific photographer. He was so great, and never pushed me to do something I didn't feel comfortable with. Of course, I was a county singer; and some songs require you to look a little risqué. Sometimes, I had to do something odd. It was hard to avoid.
I was currently wearing an off the shoulder, cream colored sweater dress that went a tiny bit above mid thigh. I was walking through the actual woods barefoot. They made it look like a fall setting when in truth it was only June. It was amazing how they pulled this off.
"Okay, Isabella. This part of the shoot is for Hello. Now, do what you do best and be you." Demetri, the photographer shouted.
I knew what that meant. Hello was a song about me, and how I grew up, minus some details I may have lied about.
Okay, so technically I was still a virgin, and in the song I do claim to have had sex. Come on, get real though, who wants to here a song about a virgin never having sex?
I thought about the words as I posed.
Well, I was born in heart of a hurricane season,
In the house where my momma was raised,
The old September wind feels just like long lost friend
And I...
All that was the God honest truth. I was born in the house my momma grew up. It really was in the heart of hurricane season; it's just we really didn't get hurricanes up in Forks. See what I mean? It's okay to tweak the truth a little bit.
I want to run through those cotton wood trees,
Fall asleep in a bed of fresh fallen leaves,
And in every wind that blows,
There's a song of letting go,
It's not goodbye, it's hello.
I tousled my hair with my hand and held it up while wrapping one hand around my stomach. I then kicked up my leg, one of my signature poses that all photographers loved me to do. I smiled softly as I thought about the next verse.
We met underneath the blue skies of summer
And those summer skies turn into fall
That sweet September wind
Made us so much more than friends
One Night...
And we ran though those cottonwood trees
We made love in a big bed of fresh fallen leaves
And in every wind that blows
There's an innocence that knows
It's not goodbye, it's hello.
So let me clarify. I did not sleep with a guy in a bed of leaves. Frankly I don't think I would want to. I mean who knows what kind of bugs they have in there, and dirt getting in certain places that you don't want it. Yea, no thank you. I will not lose my virginity to a guy on a pile of leaves unless they are sterilized and inside, not in the middle of the woods.
In the moment that one thing ends
Is the same time that one begins
And return as we must
We are ashes to dust, amen.
When the days of my youth have all faded
And the memories are all that remain
Let that old September wind
Take me back to where I've been
So I...
I can run through those cottonwood trees
And remember the smell of those fresh fallen leaves
Now in every wind that blows
There's a part of me that knows
It's not goodbye, it's hello.
After the shoot was done, I went home at a little past midnight. I walked into my loft and sat down on the railing of my balcony, looking over Nashville. It really was so beautiful.
I mean it was still so surreal. I mean, somewhere along the way of trying to prove my dead father's sanity, I was discovered. I still don't know how it all happened.
I was sixteen when Charlie died. I knew he had been depressed ever since Renee died when I was fourteen in a car crash. Anyway, somewhere around the time of my father's death and his funeral, my sister, Irina blamed my father for everything that ever went wrong with our family. She called him insane and said he was the cause my mom's death.
I was just so young. My dad had killed himself, and my sister was being the bitch she was. I had had it. I ran outside despite my sister calling me, begging me not runaway. I hopped on my motorcycle, knowing it was illegal since I didn't have a liscense, not really caring, taking only two hundred dollars cash and my guitar.
I lived in hotels, depending on bar gigs to get me through the nights. One night, a man from a record company came in and ever since I've been in the lap of luxury.
I swore to my sister that I would prove that our father wasn't crazy, but I had yet to do that. I knew one day I would though.
I took in a deep breath as I walked inside and watched Entertainment Watch from my laptop.
"Breaking news for sports and pop fans out there. Tennessee Titan Edward Cullen is engaged to pop sensation Jane Voltori. An all new interview with the happy couple coming up- stay tuned." The anchor said.
I nearly choked on the coke I was drinking. Edward Cullen! The Edward Cullen, as in the one I grew up with. Engaged? Is that possible. I mean, I loved Edward to death, but the man played girls like they were a game of chess. Holy crap. See, it's times like this when I wish I hadn't lost touch with the Cullen's.
I closed my laptop and curled under my covers in my bed. I still couldn't get over it. Engaged? How is that possible? Not that I wasn't happy for him, but dang. I guess people can change a lot in eight years.I woke up the next morning and got out of bed.
I decided to go for a little walk, knowing it probably wasn't the best idea, but I did it anyway. I got dressed in a ripped and faded Jean skirt with paint splatters all over it and a black shirt. Honestly, at the moment I could care less what fans saw me like this.
The paint splatters on the skirt had come from a time when I was about fourteen or fifteen. I was still getting used to the move from Forks. My sister suggested taking up a hobby to get my mind off of it, so I started to paint. By now, every color of the rainbow made it to that skirt.
I walked out of my door and went onto the street. It wasn't uncommon for tourists to walk the streets of Nashville to see if the saw a famous face.
I laughed to myself as an obvious group of teenage girls walked past me, without noticing a thing. Sometimes, wearing horrible clothes and hiding in plain sight was the best thing you could do.
I found the cafe I had been looking for and walked in. I ordered my coffee and sat down as I waited for it to be ready.
I looked up at the television and saw it was on CMT. It wasn't uncommon for Nashville. If I hadn't completely fallen in love with country music, I would have gotten tired of it by now.
They called me for my coffee, and I went get it then sat down in a small comfy little booth, away from the entrance of the cafe. I sipped on my coffee, searching to see if anyone recognized me, because ever since I acted in that one movie, the fans have gotten a lot worse. It was just a movie; why were they so... Blood-thirsty? Yes, blood-thirsty was the only way to put it. Either that or obsessed.
I got up and went to throw away my cup when I bumped into something big. Well, someone. I mumbled a quick sorry and tried to walk past, but they recognized me. Not good.
A strong hand wrapped around my wrist. "Bella?"'
Bella? No one called me Bella except for the people I really knew well. Now I was curious. I looked up to see the same startling green eyes that I had come to find comfort in eight years ago.
"Edward?" I asked him.
He nodded. I laughed and gave him a hug. "What are you doing here? I mean it isn't football season." I asked.
He smiled. "Well, I'm glad you know enough about it to know that the sport to know the season didn't start yet."
I rolled my eyes. "I know more than that."
His eyes sparkled with mischievously. "Oh, of course you do. I mean Isabella Swan knows lots."
I gasped as he said Isabella Swan in a slightly raised voice. I hit his arm, and every one in the cafe turned to us.
"You are so dead." I told him as I got my purse and walked out. It was too late though. They had seen me. Crap.
See what I mean? Edward could be douche to girls sometimes. I wonder if he ever did that to Jane. Would he really be that cruel to his own fiancée?
Not being one to let my fans down, I signed what they wanted me to sign, besides there was only like five of them. I mean, it wouldn't kill me.
When I had finished taking pictures with them and signing everything, I started walking back to my apartment. I looked back and saw Edward following.
"You know, you used to be nice." I told him.
He laughed. "I'm still nice." He said and smiled.
"No, you're not. You're a jerk. Now leave me alone." I said.
"No, if I remember correctly, Superman is supposed to protect people, not let them walk by themselves on a busy street." He explained.
I rolled my eyes. "Yea, well monkeys bite, so scat." I told him. "Besides, I'm at my complex." I gestured to the building in front of us.
He nodded. "Well, it's been taking Alice forever to track you down, and obviously she still hasn't."
"Okay, give me her number, and I'll call her."
"No, not as fun as what I have planned." He said and smiled sweetly.
"Edward Anthony! I do not have time for these games." I scolded.
Okay, so I really didn't have to go. I had the day off for once, but this was getting out of hand.
"Just be at my engagement party. 5:00, tonight. The new hotel that just came up." He said as he walked away.
I huffed. Got doggit! Did he not know that this was Nashville? There were multiple hotels. Country fans hotspot? You could make a killing here with hotels.
I huffed. Okay so it wasn't like I had anything to do on this blessed Friday evening since my tour didn't start until the end of June, but seriously? A little fore warning could have helped. You forgot what color his eyes were until ten seconds ago, much less were invited to his engagement party, I thought to myself.
How could I forget those beautiful eyes? They were so full of emotion. I sighed and looked at the clock. It was twelve which meant I slept a lot later than initially thought I had.
I went take a very long relaxing bath in my claw foot tub, then got out at a little past one. Praying to find something, I went to my closet. As much clothes as I had, I had no idea of what to wear. And so I did what every girl would do.
"Hello?" She asked.
"Help me!" I said as I started pulling dresses off the hangers.
Rosalie laughed. "Chill, I'm on my way." She said and hung up.
Rosalie made it to my house in three minutes flat. She gasped when she saw the clothes strewn around my room.
"Okay, what's up?" She asked.
"Edward Cullen. Engagement party." I told her.
She screeched. "You're going to his engagement party. Oh my God! I wish I could. His brother is so, oh my God!" She said.
I laughed. I knew for a fact that Rosalie loved cars, and she also loved Emmett Cullen's show- Car Wrecked. They basically go to the junk yard, take random cars and rebuild them from the bottom up. It really was pretty cool.
She went into my closet and came out with a light blue satin dress. There was only one sleeve and was tight, going only down to about a little past mid thing. The one shoulder thing usually wasn't my style, but I like this dress. Rosalie handed me some brown cowboy boots.
"Just so you don't forget who you are around all those movie stars." She said and pretended to wipe away a tear.
I laughed and swatted at her arm. That girl was something else. I sat down as she did my hair. Rosalie was like the bigger sister that I could look up to.
Irina and I were never really close. I spent the majority of time over at the Cullen's, and when we moved, if anything Irina and I drifted even more apart.
When Rosalie was completely finished with my hair and makeup, I looked in the mirror and gasped at the girl I saw. Now, I was famous, and I had many different stylist work on my makeup and hair, but none of them ever had it as beautiful as Rose had it right now. It was all because it was natural tones, it looked like... me. Only a thin layer of foundation covered my face. My eye shadow was a warm tan color that mixed in with my skin, and a light shimmer brought the color out. My lipstick was a very light pink, and Rose had told me countless times that blush was never necessary on my part. My hair was hanging down in loose curls, and some of it was pulled back with Bobby pins.
"So, how did I do?" She asked as she was putting the makeup back where it was supposed to go.
"I love it." I told her and gave her a hug.
"Oh, Lord, it's only 2:00. You still have loads of time." She said.
"That's okay. I was thinking about getting a bite to eat first anyway. I mean they will probably only have fine wine and waiters passing around little things."
She nodded. "You're right. Mind if I come? I'm starving."
"Sure let's go."
I smiled and went for the door just as someone knocked. I looked through the peephole to see who it was. Apparently they were covering it with their hand. Not good. Rosalie and I knew the drill. She answers the door, and if it not someone I recognized or had an ID to say they were supposed to be there, she would play dumb and act like it was her house.
She walked past me and opened the door as I ran to the kitchen. There, I could get a clear view of who the person was, but they couldn't see me. It was perfect.
I was still half way to the kitchen when I heard Rosalie scream. At first I thought it was some burglar or something, but then I heard start going on about loving the person. I knew instantly who he was.
I turned around to see none other than Emmett Cullen soaking up the compliments. Rose had no idea how much that man's head was capable of swelling.
"Rosalie, don't tell him that. He won't be able to walk through the door." I told her.
She looked away from him just long enough to stick out her tongue at me.
"Bella Boo!" Emmett roared. Oh God. Here it comes, I thought and Emmett engulfed me in a huge bear hug.
"Em... Can't breathe... Losing feeling." I choked out.
He laughed and put me down. "Now I have a strict rule of hugging everyone when I hug one person. So come here." He told Rosalie. Her face lit up as she squealed and ran into his open arms. She pointed to him and looked at me mouthing, Holy hell, he's strong. I nodded. Emmett gave her one last squeeze before setting her down. I think she may have actually blushed. Rosalie- blushing. It was weird.
I took the silence as a time to formally introduce them to each other. "Rosalie this Emmett, Emmett this is Rosalie."
Emmett took her hand and kissed it as Rosalie giggled. "Will you be accompanying us the evening miss Rosalie?"
"Well, I-," Rose began but I cut her off.
"Yes, she is almost ready." I told him as I dragged her to my room.
"Bella, not that I don't absolutely love the idea of going to a party with Emmett Cullen, but why did you just do that?" She asked as she pulled a random dress from the closet. It was red and strapless. It matched Rose perfectly.
"Because, Rose, you two are made for each other." I gushed.
She rolled her eyes. "Okay, Swan. I'll let this one slide since it's Emmett freaking Cullen." She said as she quickly touched up her make up.
"Okay girls, at this point we should only be about five minutes late so let's go." Emmett said as he pulled us out of the apartment and into the car. We then got off and went onto a private jet.
"I thought Edward said it was going to be at the new hotel that came up." I questioned.
Emmett laughed. "It will... The new hotel in LA." He answered.
"Los Angeles! Oh my God. This is so cool." Rosalie said.
Emmett chuckled as he looked out of the window.
It turns out that Emmett was right. We got there at exactly four minutes after five. Not to shabby. We got out of the car and walked into the hotel.
I gasped as I saw a man with shoulder length wavy black hair walk by. "Oh my God. Was that Johnny Depp?" Rose asked.
I shushed her. "At least act like you have been around other famous people besides me." I chided.
She rolled her eyes. "But I haven't, and it's so hard. Holy crap! Kellan Lutz!" She whisper yelled.
Emmett snorted and mumbled something about him being a fake. Rose took that as the perfect opportunity to boost Emmett's ego even more.
"But blonde hair just isn't the same as black." She said and winked at me.
I rolled my eyes. Emmett would be putty in her hands by the end of the night. Just then, I heard a high pitched scream projected at a frequency only dogs would be able to hear.
"Bella!" Alice screamed which causes a lot of eyes to turn on her.
I laughed at her. "Alice! Wow. You actually cut your hair."
Alice had always refused to cut her hair more than two inches, so the last time I saw her it was at her hips. Now it was cut really short in spikes around her face.
She smiled. "Every April around the time of Relay for Life, I cut my hair and put a purple streak in it for cancer patients. It still hasn't grown out yet." She explained.
She truly was a saint. She had always been willing to give someone the shirt right off her back.
I gave her a hug. "How have you been?" I asked her.
"Well, let's see. I am with the love of my life who happens to be thinking about popping the question, don't tell him I know that, I own a huge fashion line, oh, and my brother is marrying a complete bitch." She said with a completely straight face.
I choked on the wine I had gotten while she was talking. "Alice!"
"What? She is. Eddie can I do this? Eddie can I do that? Ugh. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie! I wish she would stop calling him-," Alice was cut off.
"Eddie!" I heard a woman say.
Alice rolled her eyes. "Speaking of the wicked witch of the east."
"I thought it was the west." I questioned.
"Check out little miss Kansas princess's shoes. Now which witch has those at the beginning of the movie? She has to be a witch because she sure as hell ain't Dorothy!" She whisper yelled.
I snuck a peek at the woman's shoes. Alice was right. They were sparkly six inch red heels. Good God, how could she walk in those. The heel was skinnier than a tooth pick.
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph." I muttered.
"Mmhmm. Oh, that's another thing. Her daddy is a preacher. So he we mustn't take the Lord's name in vain in front of her." Alice said as she rolled her eyes. "Preacher's daughter my ass. I grew up going to church on Sunday's with an uncle who was a deacon and I'll be damned if I never heard that man take the Lord's name in vain. He cursed like a sailor."
I laughed at her. "Calm down, Ali. She can't be that bad."
"Hmpf. You'll see." Alice promised.
Edward and Jane walked up then. Jane was a pop sensation, and sadly, one of my leading rivals in the music industry as for as album sales go. Even though she was pop and I was country, we still had to fight for best artist. Period. Not best country artist or best pop culture artist- best artist of the year.
I decided to not let my competitive nature get the best of me though. I would give the poor girl a chance.
Jane truly was a girl, as in, young. She was only nineteen versus Edward's twenty-four. It was nothing compared to most celebrity couples though. Her blonde hair was cut in a short bob that made her look even younger, and her face still held a roundness that only people with baby faces held.
She smiled at me. "Oh my God. Isabella Swan. No way. You are like my idol. I mean I grew up a country girl and I have been listening to your music sense I was fifteen. I mean I absolutely love your work." She said.
I smiled. "Thank you. You have quite the voice too."
Yea right. She sounded like a dying cat. And there goes the competitive side of me. Chill, Bella. Just calm yourself.
We got to talking and I realized that she may be someone I could get along with, until Edward went go talk to one of his teammates. Her smile instantly vanished.
"Okay, look here you little accent faking, back woods walking, wanna be "Southern Bella"," she began. Oh huh uh, she did not just use the name of my album to insult me. "I know what you're trying to do. Edward is mine, and only mine. That artist of the year award is mine, and only mine. So, why don't you go back south, to your little trailer park and fry something? Huh?"
I smiled innocently at her. "You know, I only have one thing to say to you."
She waited not so patiently, glowering.
"Bless. Your. Heart." I told her, pausing between each word. I could easily tower over the little witch. She had no idea who she was messing with.
"Oh, yea. That really hurt. You should try to brush up on the insults my dear. Because the Nashville term of mean ain't nothing compared to Cali, sweetheart."
"Okay, hun, you listen and you listen good. I am not afraid of you. We may of the same fans, and we may have different fans, but in the end southern charm always wins. I may not be originally from the south, but darlin', I could take you any day." I stopped the leaned to whisper in her ear. "Because Kansas is flat right? Well, I'd say it's as flat as your chest. And I know for a fact that Edward can get as big as a mountain in Tennessee, if you catch my drift. So why don't you let a Tennessee girl handle it?"
She stared at me open mouthed. "Whore." She stated.
I smiled. "Don't mess with me. Because in the north, I learned how to hunt. In the desert, I learned how to skin a rats the size of the bump on your hair, which might I had- you can totally see the bump-it in. But most importantly, below the Mason-Dixon I learned how to dispose of a body."
I heard her gulp. I laughed as Edward walked back.
"You two girls find something to talk about?" He asked.
"Yep." I answered and walked toward Rosalie.
"Damn. And I thought you would never get the whole southern girl temper. May I tell you, you got it my love." She said.
"Nicely done." Alice agreed. "Did you really learn how dispose of a body?" Alice asked.
Rosalie and I laughed. "Rosalie worked a funeral home before I got her to be my fashion consultant." I answered.
Alice laughed. "That is priceless."
The next morning I woke up to find that it was actually twelve in the afternoon. I didn't even remember getting on the plane, much less getting back home.
I stretched and got out of bed, heading to the kitchen. I looked at my phone and saw I had a message. I silently prayed it wasn't an obsessed fan as I listened.
"Hey, Bell. It's Alice. I would just like to let you know that I am hosting a charity ball and dinner. I realize that you are like super busy and aren't able to make, but just give me a call if your free. It is on Saturday, June 19, which is like this weekend but please, please try to be there. I mean, the wicked witch won't be there because her international tour starts Monday. Woohoo! I know right? Anyway, it just gonna be you and the rest of the family, just like old times. Plus a whole bunch of other famous people. Oh, and I didn't get Rose's number, so can you tell her? Thanks. Love you. Bye."
Dang, talk about a girl that could leave a long message. I laughed as I called her back and told her that my tour didn't start until June 21, so I would be able to attend. When I we got off the phone I sighed and went into my living room, turning it on Entertainment Watch. It was a guilty pleasure of mine.
"Now, for you Jane Voltori and Isabella Swan fans, it seems the girls are new best friends." The anchor began.
I laughed. Yea right. We don't even tolerate each other.
"It seems the two girls really hit it off at Janward's engagement party."
Janward? What the hell kind of couple name was that? Seriously? I bet Jane came up with it.
They then showed a picture of us talking. Of course it as one while Edward was around. I rolled my eyes. Eddie- he hates when people calls him that. I was the only who could get away with that. I wonder if he let's her call him Superman.
Bitch is gonna die if I ever hear her say it.
"Here is what Jane says about her newly found best friend."
I rolled my eyes. Bull crap. I am not that girl's friend.
"Oh, Isabella is just a doll. I mean I am one of her biggest fans. She is the reason I even got started in the music industry." She said.
"How does she get along with the fiancée?" The interviewer asked.
Haha. I saw her face fall slightly then pick right back up again. You really had to be paying attention if you noticed it.
"Oh, well, Izzy and Edward go way back. Her and my superman were the best of friends."
Oh huh uh. A- you do NOT call my Izzy. And B- Superman, is MINE. Oh, yea, it is so on Blondie.
Song: Hello by Sugarland
Okay, so I know nothing about Nashville and it's layout, nor do I know anything about LA, or any other place in my story except for one or two. So, some of it may not make sense if you had been there and seen it, just know that I haven't. The places inside the real towns are all my imagination. So please, be gentile with me.
Also, I will have original songs written by me in this story, so please do not take them. These songs are based on personal experiences so if one day I go on YouTube and find them there when I did not post them or give somebody permission to post them, then I will NOT be a happy camper.
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Love y'all, cher bebe's! Until next time next week!
PS- usually my author's notes are not this long, but it's my first chapter and I just want to clear something up!