I glance around the bar, meeting familiar gazes as they watch and wait. Jamie always thinks I can do it, and every time, he’s been right. A funny feeling cuts through the panic and stage fright—determination. If I don’t do this, I’ll be proving that I’m not right for the music industry. That I’m just that girl who used to date the famous singer. I want to prove them wrong, and more than anything, I want to prove Jamie right. “Okay,” I whisper, nodding at Jamie. “Okay.” His grin stretches across his face, and my pulse stumbles. “Alright.” God, I love making him proud like that.
