Chapter 49

What we hoped for happened. The media picked up the one picture of Edward and it was everywhere.

'Edward Cullen out of retirement?' Questioned E! News.

'Edward Cullen makes rare appearance at Denver nightclub.' TMZ reported.

'Edward Cullen seen leaving Denver nightclub after catching the show of ex-lighting tech turned local singer/songwriter, Emmett McCarty.' Was the photo caption that graced the entertainment page of The Denver Post.

That last one was the one we were most excited about. The article pointed out that Edward only stayed to watch Emmett, so this 'up and coming Denver musician' must be 'someone to watch'.

Yeah. That's what it said. We read it four times.

Soon after, Emmett was featured in the local go-to online publication for all things arts and food and music, 5280, for their Culture & Nightlife section. Carlisle saw it and called to congratulate us.

Even though he was my uncle, it still felt important for someone of Carlisle's stature to call us, to tell us we did a good job, that he was looking forward to seeing where Emmett would go. And hey, maybe we'd make our way out to LA and stay in his big house and play a club or two. He'd email me some dates that might work in summer.

GAH. Los Angeles. Hollywood.

Even though we weren't big time yet, I couldn't help but dream and hope. I wiped the counter of spilled coffee and felt a hint of nostalgia. This was the first real job that I'd gotten all by myself. I was proud of how far I'd come after all I'd been through since last summer, and this weird coffee shop and bar was a big part of it.

But we had bigger plans, the gigs had started making us a little bit of money, and soon I wouldn't be able to devote the time to him and his career as easily, and it wouldn't make sense for me to work here anymore.

I smiled, picturing Emmett's name up on a marquee. Big red letters against the lights.

The Viper Room. Whiskey A Go Go. Troubadour.

Madison Square Garden.

I giggled, turning a chair upside down on a table. Maybe it wasn't that way just yet, but SOMEDAY, it would be.

"What's so funny, baby baby baby?"

I dropped the chair.

Smoke and whiskey.

Edward.