Behind the Net (Vancouver Storm, #1)

by Stephanie Archer

I picture myself on stage. It’s a small show, and I’m opening for a bigger artist. There are a couple hundred people in the crowd. No. I catch myself, opening my eyes, blinking up at Jamie, who’s still watching me with a small smile on his face. I want more than being the opener. My eyes close and I try again. I’m on stage in an arena. I’m the headliner, and my dream guitar is slung across my chest. I’m touring with my new album that I recorded with my dream producer, Ivy Matthews. She’s known in the music industry for being eccentric and picky as hell, but she’s supremely talented at creating unique and authentic musicians. Behind me, a hand-picked band of kind, talented musicians is ready. I’m wearing something that makes me feel gorgeous and strong, and my hair is loose around my shoulders. “I’m Pippa Hartley,” I say into the mic, and they cheer. Every person in this arena bought tickets to see me, but I like to introduce myself at the beginning of every show. It’s my thing. I glance to the wings. Jamie’s standing there, looking proud, and I smile at him. “And this is a song about falling in love.” In my mind, I launch into the song, the band begins to play, the arena fills with sound and light, and it’s fucking spectacular. My eyes open, and I beam up at Jamie. Tears well up in my eyes, because what I just imagined was so sweet. My chest aches for it.