A/N: This chapter is ironically based on SZA's song "Country," even though Wyatt's character hates country music. El-oh-el.
COUNTRY
One day, Wyatt would be the next big artist—at least that's what he hoped. He longed to be successful while staying true to himself. He wanted to present the world his indie-rock with no regrets, no pressure to sell out.
One day, he would defy his relatives' comments. Yeah, he loved his family, but the last time he attended a family function, they kept pestering him about his more "practical" plans. Like they wanted him confined to their dreams and not his own. (News flash: He didn't want to be an engineer or a doctor or a lawyer like them.) Like they hadn't said he was very talented over the years. Like they didn't believe in him.
Their words and disbelief would have hurt him to the core if his parents and friends didn't already have their faith in him. They knew what he could do, what he was (musically) capable of—that he had the potential for so much more—and they stood by his side. Even if his parents weren't always sure, they would provide and be by Wyatt's side.
He meant what he'd sung in his mall-wide talent-show song: "I can depend on my friends." They nurtured his abilities, sometimes by just being them. They inspired him, encouraged him (even if Jonesy's encouragement could be, "Way to go for not wussing out!")
One day, maybe he'd reunite with Marlowe and they could create magic together, both in the studio and just by being in each other's presence. She knew Wyatt's potential and he knew hers, but he didn't know until now they were better off together.
One day, he'd sing the world stories about his friends, about his loves, about his losses—all without changing who he was and losing his mind. One day, he'd prove the engineers, lawyers, and doctors of his family wrong. Still, he didn't want to become successful just to prove a point. He wanted to become successful because it was the dream running through his veins.
And someday, he'd bleed red and blue on his stage.