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This short story is dedicated to a few of the great gals who hang out and post on our group page on Facebook (TeamAllTwilight & AndTAT Fan Fiction) who posted a awesome video of Luke Bryan singing and dancing with a cute little girl in concert. They wanted someone to fic it and well this is what we came up with. So special thanks goes out to: Kimberly, Deidre, Reena, Hazel, Kristen, Angela, Krisztina, and Emily for encouraging this story line. We also must thank the wonderful, talented and quite sexy Luke Bryan, for always putting on a great show and involving the children and fans in his audience.
Singing With Lucy . . .
Yawning, I hit the off button on my alarm, forcing myself to wake up. It's only seven in the morning, but I know I can't sit around. I have to be at work in an hour, with that thought I move to waking up my baby girl. It's hard to believe she's gonna be five soon.
"Lucy, baby, time to get up for school," I say softly as I pull the covers off her. Moving to her dresser, I get out her school clothes and place them on the bottom of her bed.
"Start to get ready to go to school," I say as she sits up.
Making my way back to my own room, I start to get dressed too. The first thing I always need to do is to put on my bra—pulling it trying hard to squeeze my thirty-two Ds into a sports bra I wore when I was a thirty A.
When I was a teen, I was as flat as a pancake, but after having Lucy and breast feeding her for almost a year, I developed these babies which I find both a blessing and a curse at times. I know I should buy myself some new bras, and stuff, but most of my funds go to the bills and keeping things nice for my baby girl.
I move to the kitchen getting Lucy's breakfast made. "Lucy, come get your breakfast, we need to leave in fifteen minutes," I call down the hallway of our small two-bedroom apartment.
"Coming, Mommy," my sweet girl answers.
I hold back my chuckle as she comes swaggering in, swinging her hips, singing her current favorite new song by Edward Cullen.
The toast pops and I turn to it putting it on a plate. She picks up the butter knife using it as a microphone first.
"Someone else calling you baby," I sing along with her.
We carry on singing and dancing as she butters her toast.
We both get startled when the house phone rings. Lucy looks at me with a raised eyebrow, not that I blame her; no one ever calls the house phone, but I have it in case of emergencies.
I glance at the ID showing a local Seattle number, I pick it up. "Hello," I get out sounding a little out of breath, with all the dancing I was just doing.
"Good morning, is this Isabella Swan?"
Great, another annoying telemarketing call. "Yes, this is," I say trying to not be overly upset that he interrupted our singalong with some stupid 'would you like to buy this' call, after all this is the man's job.
"Great, Ms. Swan, this is Garrett, the morning manager at Q102.1 Quality Country Radio. I'm honored to inform you that you are the winner of the front-row tickets, with backstage passes, transportation to and from, and overnight accommodations, all meals and transportation included, in Los Angeles for two to see Edward Cullen next Thursday night."
Okay not a telemarketing call. "What?" I stutter, not sure if I heard him right or did my mind go to dreamland again.
"Ms. Swan, you won; your name was drawn in the contest you entered. We, here at Quality Country Radio, feel that you are Edward Cullen's biggest fan from Washington, and we're sending you on an all-expense-paid-trip to see Edward in concert in Los Angeles. Congratulations! We do need you to come down to the studio today or tomorrow to fill out all the necessary paperwork, and do a few second blurb to air on the radio. Can you come down yet today, or first thing tomorrow morning?"
"Uh, yeah, uh, I can do that," I say as Lucy looks at me, with excitement in her eyes.
"Okay, so will you be down today, or is tomorrow better for you. I'm here in the office from nine in the morning until four in the afternoon both days."
"I can come down to the station today on my lunch break, at one, if that works, but I'll have to be back to work at two."
"That will be just fine; it will only take about ten minutes here. Again, congratulations, and I'll see you today at one."
"Yeah, thank you," I say still stunned by this whole situation.
I was just a sweet thirteen-year-old when I first heard Edward Cullen's music. It took two years for me to become a huge fan of his. It's always been my dream since then to see him live in concert. Now, ten years down the line, he is still going strong, but I've never had the chance or the money for that matter to see him. Most people think he's really sexy, and sure he's easy on the eyes, but for me the thing I love about him is his voice, and of course his music. The sound of his voice and the words he sings has helped me get through many hard situations.
"Mommy, are you in dreamland again?" Lucy giggles and I roll my eyes at her.
"No, come on, it's time to get you off to school."
"Who was it, Mommy; you're smiling a big smile?" Lucy asks as she puts on her shoes.
"I'm not sure, but I'll tell you later, okay?"
She nods, happy to know that I will tell her.
The full morning at work I feel on edge, and drift off more than once into dreamland.
I arrive at the station but seem to stand and just look at it. If this is a prank, I'm going to kill someone, but hell, wouldn't I need friends first to have someone pull a prank on me?
I give myself a shake and walk in head held high to the woman filing her nails behind a desk.
"Hi, I'm Isabella Swan; Garrett called me to meet him here today?" I say, but it comes out sounding more like a question.
She looks me up and down and gives me a bored look.
"Garrett, there's some chick here for you," the woman yells making me swallow holding back my chuckle at her behavior.
"Rose, would it kill you to use the intercom?" an older man says while showing Rose the button.
"I'm Rosalie Fucking Hale ..."
I gasp ... Rosalie just happens to be my favorite radio, on-air shock jock. I love this woman and the way she doesn't mince words; she always says it like it is. Take no prisoners and that sort of thing.
"Furthermore, I told you this is not a part of my contract," she carries on, as I'm brought out of my own thoughts.
"I love you," I blurt out making her and the man turn to me.
"Hi," the man says making me turn toward him.
"I'm Isabella Swan," I say still shocked that I blurted out to Rosalie that I loved her.
"Oh Rose, this is the girl who won the tickets to your brother's show."
What! Rosalie is Edward Cullen's sister? "Brother?" I stutter as she looks me up and down.
"Knew it," she says with a roll of her eyes.
"Knew what?" I ask as the man pulls me away from her.
"Sorry about her, she's ..." he says trailing off. To my surprise he just changes the subject. "Well, let's get this paperwork done."
I give him a nod, I really don't have time to sit and gossip about the radio staff anyway.
The paperwork is straight forward, and I only have to say, "Q102.1 Quality Country Radio," when they asked who was sending me to see Edward Cullen. Once I'm done, he hands me all the concert tickets, backstage passes, and the paperwork I will need to get my and Lucy's airline tickets.
I hug Garrett to me before jumping back out of the studio excited. I can't believe my baby girl and me are going to not only see Edward Cullen singing live, but we get half an hour after the concert to talk to him, just the three of us. To top it all off, this all is on the same day as Lucy's birthday. She's going to love this.
I know Garrett found it odd that I was taking my almost five-year-old daughter with me, but it's just been her and I since she was born. I was eighteen and a new graduate when my parents passed away. First it was my mom; she had early dementia at the age of sixty. I still feel that she would've been alive today if Santiago Valdez hadn't chosen my home to break into and rob. My mom had woken up and disturbed him mid robbery. Santiago knocked her down as he tried to get out of the house. In the fall, her hip was severely broken and required surgery. After that her health went down fast, and she passed away with my dad and me by her side. It had not even been a month later when my father passed away. I know deep down that he just missed my mom so much; after all, they were high school sweethearts from the age of twelve. They got married at the age of sixteen. I didn't come along until they both were forty-two. They spent forty-four years together; every night and day with each other. I can't even begin to understand how losing my mom hurt my dad, but I know it's what ultimately caused him to die.
It was a few months after this that I met Jacob Black; he was so sweet, and lovely to me. Sadly, I believed every fucking lie that came out his mouth, including that he was a Marine in the armed services.
Of course, all his lies didn't come out until he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and got killed. There I was, grieving and three months pregnant, at a church sobbing as HIS wife and children made their way inside.
I managed to sit there, even came up with a half decent lie when I was asked who I was by Jacob's wife. I know some people would say I should've told her what a lying pig she had been married to, or that I was denying Lucy meeting her sisters, but I couldn't hurt her by telling her, so I just bit my tongue and left.
Lucy arrived healthy, right on time, six months later. Ever since her birth, she and I have been like two peas in a pod. She looks more like me, than Jacob, but there's a little of him in her, too. I love her and I know she loves Edward Cullen as much as I do, so of course, she has to come with me. It's not like there's anyone I could or would bring besides her anyway.
~*SWL*~
The rest of my workday goes by, but again, I spend a good portion of it in dreamland. I did manage to still finish my daily workload, but I'm sure it's not my best work.
"Mommy, are you ready to tell me yet?" Lucy asks as she gets into the vehicle waving goodbye to Mrs. Cope. Mrs. Cope picks Lucy up from school and watches her until four-thirty when I can pick her up.
"We'll talk after dinner, baby," I say but give her a big smile.
As soon as she's buckled in, I drive us home, feeling Lucy's stare on the back my head.
"Get changed and then do your homework," I say to Lucy, as we both kick off our shoes and jackets.
I turn on the radio smiling as Edward Cullen's voice fills the kitchen right away. I wash my hands and start on dinner for the two of us. Once dinner is done, I send Lucy to wash her hands and come to the table.
"If you could do anything on your birthday, Lucy, what would it be?" I ask Lucy sneakily as we sit down for dinner.
"I would want to spend time with you, Mommy," she says right away and I roll my eyes at her automatic kindness.
"That's a given, baby girl, but if you had a fairy godmother and she could give one wish, what would it be?"
Lucy thinks for a few minutes and then smiles. "I would want to sing with Eddie."
I grin at her calling Edward Cullen, Eddie.
"I'm not sure if anyone could pull that off; how about going to see him live and getting to talk with him; would that work?" I ask as I place the tickets down on the table.
Lucy carefully picks them up and I watch her eyes as she looks along the words.
"Mommy?" she says and I smile at the dumbfounded look on her face and take the tickets.
"This says Front Row Center and so does this one. These are tickets to go and see Edward Cullen, on May the twentieth at seven p.m." I point out each word as I read them out loud.
"That's my birthday," Lucy says with a whisper.
"I know," I say with a huge grin.
"I'm getting to see Edward Cullen sing his songs live on my birthday?"
I bob my head. Before I can get a smile on my face, Lucy has jumped off her chair and is dancing around the kitchen.
~*SWL*~
I hold Lucy's hand tightly as we move toward the luggage area of LAX airport in Los Angeles. As soon as I have our suitcase, I huff still keeping Lucy's hand in mine. This place is so busy and crowded.
"Oh, Mom, look, that lady looks like Hannah Montana."
I turn my head to the side, and sure enough Miley Cyrus is standing right there. She must have heard Lucy or at least felt my stare because she turns and waves at us.
I wave back letting out a small giggle.
"Momma, that man has our name on his card," Lucy says bringing me out of my fan-shocked state, and I turn to look where she's pointing.
"Hi," I say as I approach him slowly.
"Are you two Miss Isabella and Miss Lucy Swan?"
I bob my head, completely speechless.
"Hello ladies, I'm Emmett, and I'll be your driver while you're here."
I bob my head again and he smiles taking the suitcases from me.
"The car is this way," he says over his shoulder.
"Did you eat a lot of sweet corn?" Lucy asks and I look down at her.
"I love sweet corn," Emmett tells Lucy making her mouth drop open.
"What?" Emmett asks me as he put my suitcase in the trunk of a dark-windowed sedan.
"My mom told me if I eat all my Green Giant sweet corn, I'll grow tall. I never believed her until now, because she eats it and she's really small," Lucy rattles off making me blush and Emmett laugh.
"I bet she told you carrots would help you see in the dark, too?"
Lucy just nods laughing as my blush deepens.
"Well, that's true, too, because I'm awesome at seeing things in the dark."
Lucy's mouth just falls open as she looks at Emmett.
"My ladies," he says opening the car door breaking Lucy out of her open-mouth moment.
As soon as Lucy and I are strapped in, Emmett starts to drive.
"So, you're both going to see Edward Cullen tomorrow night?" Emmett asks as he glances at us through his rearview mirror.
"Yes, and we get to talk to him, too. It's going to be so great, my bestest birthday ever!" Lucy proclaims excitingly.
"It's your birthday tomorrow, munchkin?"
"Yep, guess how old I'm gonna be?" Lucy asks with a big grin.
"Twenty?" Emmett says in a silly voice.
"Don't be silly, my momma's only twenty-four," Lucy says rolling her eyes.
"Oh, she is, is she?" Emmett chortles at Lucy's expression as he looks back at her through the mirror.
"Yes, her birthday is in the fall. Now back to me, I'm going to be five." Lucy holds up her hand, showing him four fingers and her thumb.
"Oh, well, I'm surprised. You could've fooled me; you act and look much older." Emmett gives her a silly grin and a wink.
Emmett, to my surprise, parks the car and walks inside the hotel with Lucy and me.
"You really don't need to carry our suitcase, Emmett," I tell him, not used to having people do things for me.
"Actually, I do. If my brother-in-law, not to mention my mother-in-law were to find I didn't do this, they would ..." he stops and looks at Lucy, "some not very nice stuff. Besides, I want to make sure my new favorite munchkin gets in her room safe."
Emmett opens the door to the suite, and places the suitcase in the bedroom after showing us around the room.
"This is my cell number, and my room number," he says handing me a piece of paper. I frown looking at it unsure if he's hitting on me or not.
"I'm to drive you around during your stay here."
"What?" I stutter out.
"Your trip includes full-car service, and I'm your driver and at your disposal," Emmett says again slowly.
"But, I thought it was just a pick up from the airport and take back, and transportation to the concert?"
Emmett grins shaking his head.
"Nope, for as long as you two ladies are here, I'm your driver. Don't worry, I'll make sure I take you to the best of places," he winks at Lucy who looks pleased to be seeing more of Emmett.
"Later, girls," he says walking out of our room.
"Mom, let's go and get on our bed, it's huge," Lucy shouts.
I follow her into the bedroom and this time I pay attention to the furniture, not the view outside the windows. Lucy is right—the bed is huge; I'm sure a whole football team could share it.
I pick Lucy up, swing her around and fall down with her, landing on the bed, and I start to tickle her. Right away she laughs, and wiggles trying to get away from me.
"I'm hungry and all our meals here are included, so shall we order some room service?" I ask.
"Yep," Lucy says bouncing on the bed.
~*SWL*~
"Mommy," I hear softly in my ear. Peeking one eye open and seeing Lucy staring at me.
"What time is it?" I ask and she looks at her Edward Cullen watch, biting her lip.
"Eight-four-six," she says and I roll my eyes at her.
"That's eight-forty-six, or fourteen minutes before nine, baby girl," I tell her pulling her closer to me.
"What does the birthday girl want to do today?"
"See Edward Cullen and sing," she almost shouts.
"That's later on tonight," I remind her again as she just shrugs.
"How about we get Emmett to show us around?" I ask and she smiles nodding her head.
I call room service, so Lucy and I can get breakfast. After eating, we get cleaned up and dressed, before meeting Emmett outside.
"So, where do you beautiful ladies want me to take you?" Emmett asks looking extremely excited.
"Err ... I'm not really sure," I say scratching my head.
"You knew you've been coming here for a week, and you didn't map out places to go?" Emmett asks astonished.
"No, not really, apart from seeing Edward Cullen live, we have no real plans."
Emmett shakes his head. "Well, come on little ladies, we don't have much time, and we got loads of things to do."
~*SWL*~
"Momma, look at this dress," Lucy yells making everyone in the store and outside in the hallways of the mall turn our way.
I move to her and smile, because she has good fashion sense, the dress is very nice. "That is very pretty," I tell her as I look at the dress.
My eyes pop a little seeing the tag. The price is close to two hundred dollars, making it well outside of our clothing budget.
"This one is a girl's size six-x," Emmett says holding it up and looking between Lucy and the dress. "Yep, this looks like it will fit, anything else you want, munchkin?" Emmett carries on not seeing my open mouth.
"Emmy, it's very nice, but a hundred and ninety-six dollars – that's too much," Lucy says with a giggle.
It makes my heart drop that she knows she just can't get what she wants, because we have to watch the prices.
"It's fine. I have strict instructions that you and your mama each have two thousand five hundred dollars to spend on anything you want."
"What?" I say not having heard about this before.
Emmett chuckles. "I take it your brain only heard the Edward Cullen in concert part and that's it?"
I feel my face heat up as I nod. "Well, between that and the fact I had just met Rosalie Hale in person, I mean, she's my girl crush."
My lack of filter only causes Emmett to laugh louder than he already was.
"Now you and my wife making out would be something I'd pay BIG money to see."
I roll my eyes at this guy's answer and then stop and look at him with my mouth gaping open. "Ah ... wi ... wife?" I stutter.
He grins at me. "Yes, Rosalie Hale is my wife. What– don't-cha think I'm capable of having a good looking wife like her?"
I shake my head in confusion, making him raise his eyebrow at me.
"I mean, of course, you are, but wait, that means you're Edward Cullen's brother-in-law?"
"Yes, I am," he says with a nod.
"Then ... why?" I ask waving my hands around.
"Rose asked me to personally look after you; she said she likes you."
My face heats up even more, and I know that if I don't calm down, I'll end up passing out and being more embarrassed. That has happened to me before, and honestly, once is enough.
"Besides, this is my job. Well, I'm Edward's driver and main bodyguard. Since he's boring and likes to stay in his room out of the spotlight, I have plenty of free time. Hanging out with you girls gives me something to do."
"Can I get this, Emmy?" Lucy asks as she walks to us with loads of clothes.
"Yep," Emmett says taking the pile from her.
"Yes, best birthday ever and it's only getting better," Lucy squeals with a fist pump.
After two hours in the mall, Lucy and Emmett ganged up on me making me pick out some clothes for myself. They took to picking stuff out when I said I was just happy watching Lucy get stuff. After we spend less than a quarter of our allowed money, Emmett drags us off to a beauty salon. We get manicures, pedicures and our hair cut and styled, for tonight. They even did my makeup, and managed to make it look natural and light.
Once we're done being made beautiful, Emmett takes us out for an early dinner before dropping us off at our room to get changed.
Both Lucy and I put on our nice blue jeans, tank tops, and cowgirl hats. We both put on the new cowboy boots we got today, and our matching denim jackets. I grab my new hip bag putting everything we need inside it. I strap the bottom around my thigh and top around my waist. I saw this bag a few weeks ago and thought it was cool and cute, but there was no way I could have had it. The price tag was staggering to say the least. Lucy told Emmett about it and he went out getting the bag, while we got our hair done. I'm not sure what store it even came from, because he took the tag off so I couldn't demand he take it back.
Emmett arrives promptly at our door to get us at half past five. To my surprise he takes us into the concert hall, through the back door, and escorts us to our seats. All of the other concertgoers are still lined up outside the front awaiting to be let inside.
Lucy and I sit there playing thumb war, while Emmett goes to take care of some business. Around thirty minutes later, we are surprised by all the shrieks and loud talking of the crowd as they are allowed inside. Lucy and I watch as three particularly loud women come running down toward us. They enter the row, two back from us.
"Oh God, girls, this is the day Edward Cullen's gonna meet his future wife, and you lucky bitches get to see it," the one in the middle says as she starts to fix her hair and makeup.
"Maybe not, Tan, we're a few rows from the golden seats," another one whines out.
"Fuck you, Jessica, and please, I'm so much better and prettier than his last girlfriend, that ugly fucking bitch."
"I liked Alice," Lucy says with a pout and I nod at her.
"Me, too," I agree.
Back when I was seventeen, my heart got broken when rumors filled the papers, that a then Edward, aged twenty-seven, was dating newly turned eighteen-year-old soap-opera star.
Alice was only on the show for three years before disappearing. We still seen her now and again with Edward, but late last year she and Edward are said to have parted. Neither the rumors of them dating or splitting up has ever been confirmed.
Sadly, the rumors lately have been that Edward, having just turned thirty-five, is enjoying being a sexy bachelor. The primetime reality show The Bachelor has openly offered to have him be on their show.
"Hi," I hear a shrilly voice coming from my left and it makes me jump.
Turning, I look up at the woman who earlier hinted she'd be Edward's future wife, looking down smugly at me.
"Hi, I think there was a mistake. We should switch seats. These seats were the ones I was after when the tickets went on sale. Besides, this seat isn't appropriate for such a young child," she says as she places her hand on Lucy's arm.
"HEY!" I yell gripping her wrist with my hand, "take your hand off my kid and go back to your seats. We are happy here," I state harshly to her.
"Move, now," the woman demands with a roll of her eyes. "I seriously doubt that Edward wants to see the likes of you sitting here."
"I'm sure he'll be happy to see all his fans," Lucy says giving the woman the evil eye.
"Isn't it past your bedtime, rug rat?"
Before I can say anything at all, a voice stops me in my tracks.
"Hey, is there a problem here?"
"Oh, hey, sugar, I'm Tanya," she says in a flirty voice, turning to smile at Emmett as she all but shoves her tits in his face. "This trash and her brat are in my seats," she carries on.
"No, they're not," Emmett retorts rudely and Tanya's face falls.
"Hey Beauty and Butterfly, I came out here, because I forgot to tell you when Edward does his last song to stay seated until I come and get you. I'll personally be taking you two backstage to the room that you'll be having a late supper with Edward in. He's really looking forward to spending the rest of the night with you after the show."
I bite my tongue as Emmett clearly drums it up to rub it in Tanya's face.
"Now, as for you, Tara, if you can show me your tickets, I'll take you back to your seats, but remember to stay there or I'll have to have you removed. Also, please watch what you do and say, and keep your harsh words to Edward Cullen's personal friends to yourself."
Tanya huffs, glaring at Emmett. "When Eddie and I are married, you are going to get fired, or I just may keep you on to be my personal bitch boy." Tanya flips her hair, making it hit Emmett before stalking back to her seat.
"Eagle to Pixie," Emmett says into a radio.
"Pixie here, go ahead, Eagle," a familiar sounding woman's voice says.
"There are triple crazies in row three, section D, seats dead center," Emmett says sounding a little like he's scared.
"Roger that, Eagle, three crazed fans, row three, section D, center seats will tell Leo and call Doc to bring the strait jackets for standby."
I look to Lucy who's looking back at me in wonder. As we turn, we both start to laugh at Emmett.
"We need to make this fun somehow!" he retorts and I give him a nod.
"Here, this is yours, call if you need help or need to leave your seats for any reason. Your code name is Beauty and Lucy here is known as Butterfly, we don't want to use real names on here, to keep weirdos from knowing too much," he nods back at the three crazies behind us. Taking off his radio he hands it to me, but holds the mic up to his mouth. "Eagle to Pixie, leaving radio two with Beauty and Butterfly, have radio five waiting."
"Pixie to the Eagle, copy that, and this is your ten minute warning notice," the same voice from before says and Emmett nods.
"Roger that, Pixie, be back there in a few."
Emmett hands me the microphone piece and smiles. "Call if there is any reason for you to leave your seats, or if there's any more trouble. I've got to go, but I'll come see you again soon."
I feel eyes watching me and turn to see that Tanya is still clearly glaring at me. I let out a breath and do what Taylor Swift says and shake it off.
Ten minutes later, the whole place is filled and buzzing with chatter.
"Hello, Los Angeles," I hear Emmett shout and look up to see he's on the stage, directly in front of us.
"What's he doing, Momma?" Lucy asks, but I know due to Emmett's chuckle she was a little louder than she intended.
"I'm the warm-up guy, I warm up the crowd by telling bad jokes, and I may even sing a song or two," Emmett says crouching down in front of us.
"Oh, I know a joke and it's good one," Lucy says making me blush as the people near us chuckle.
"Let's hear your joke," Emmett says handing her a microphone.
"Why was six afraid of seven?"
"I don't know, why?" Emmett frowns and shaking his head.
"Because, seven ate nine!"
As soon as her reply was out of her mouth, Emmett grins and laughs along with the others in the full concert hall.
"Well, that was the best joke you people will hear, so give a big hand to my cute little friend down here," he says and people clap as Lucy gives him the microphone back.
Emmett was right; his jokes were just as bad as Lucy's, but his singing was quite good.
"So, as you all seem to be loving me so much, how about I stay and we send Edward home?" he asks, making everyone shout no.
"See, they want me to stay," Emmett says turning his head talking to someone off stage.
"Edward!" Someone shouts and then everyone starts chanting his name.
"Really?" Emmett says and everyone cheers. "How about you, cute little girl, who do you want me or Edward?" He asks and Lucy bites her lip looking at Emmett.
"I love you, Emmy, but I would like to hear Edward singing, but you can come and sit on my chair!" Emmett chuckles at her.
"Well, all right then and only because it's this sweet little girl's birthday, here's the man of the hour ... EDWARD CULLEN!"
The whole place gets up on their feet clapping as Edward Cullen walks on stage shaking his head.
A/N: No posting schedule for this one, but it will be fully posted by months end. We are super excited to see what you all have to say about this, so please take a moment to let us know your thoughts.