Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
Bayleigh
The morning passes quickly, consumed by phone calls, meetings, and preparations for tonight’s show. I hardly have a moment to think about Chase and the night we shared.
“We have this media junket first, then soundcheck, and finally we can get you into hair and makeup,” Kelly says as she guides me through the hotel to another room where members of the press are waiting.
I see Chase, Cassie, and the others standing in front of a closed door.
Our eyes meet, and I can’t help but smile at him.
He’s dressed in a blue denim shirt that makes him look like he just walked off the ranch.
He looks sexy as hell, and I know the female audience will go wild for this cowboy.
A pang of jealousy hits me. I don’t want those women lusting after him, undressing him with their eyes. He belongs to me and only to me.
Well, damn. That definitely complicates things. But I push the thought aside. I don’t have time for these emotions right now. My focus needs to be on my job, and dealing with the media is a big part of that. We have to put on a good show here before we even step foot on stage.
“Good luck, everyone!” Kelly shouts out before opening the door for us to enter. Cassie goes in first, followed by myself, and then the others take their seats on the stage.
I look out at the audience. The room is full of people.
From the local newspaper to social media influencers and tabloid reporters.
I hate them the most and my eyes stop when I see Laura Evens sitting in the front row.
I swear that woman has it out for me. Her life mission seems to be to reveal all my secrets.
She’s cracked a few, but thankfully not the biggest. That could be the final nail on the coffin of my career, and I send up a quick prayer that she will stay far away from finding out the truth.
“Bayleigh, how does it feel to be back home?” a man in the second row asks.
I put on a smile and speak into the microphone in front of me. “It’s been wonderful being back and connecting with friends and seeing how much the community has grown and how they are coming together in this time of need.” I recite the words Kelly and I practiced.
“Chase, have you ever performed on a stage like this before?” someone else asks, turning their attention to the man in the denim shirt.
He appears calm and collected, although I know he hates being singled out.
He always used to prefer sharing the spotlight with me. And if I’m honest, I prefer that too.
“No, not this big. But I’ve been told it’s going to be an incredible show, and I hope we can raise a substantial amount of money to assist struggling ranchers and farmers,” he responds with a grin. He’s a natural at this.
“Is it true that you and Bayleigh used to be in a relationship when you both lived here?”
I recognize Laura’s high-pitched voice, and I narrow my eyes at her and think of an answer.
But Chase gets in first “We grew up together and were good friends.”
Laura presses for more information. “Just good friends?”
I interrupt before Chase can say anything that would raise more questions.
“Yes, we were close friends in the past, and it’s been great catching up.
Plus, I’m excited to showcase some of the talented musicians from Sweetgum Valley.
Chase performs most Saturday nights with Frankie Calhoun at Monty’s.
You should come see him perform; he’s going to be a big name in country music. ”
I turn to look at Chase and smile, noticing the admiration in his eyes.
“Any other questions about the concert?” I ask the audience, redirecting their attention back to the event and its purpose: raising funds for our community.
This event is about more than just my career; it’s about giving back to the place that shaped me and the people who will always hold a special place in my heart.
From then on, all questions revolve around the show and our fundraising efforts, which I am grateful for.
Once the interview is finished, we make our way to the driveway, where a group of fans are waiting for us.
They wave and call out my name as we duck into the awaiting cars.
The ride to the stadium is short, and I immediately recognize it as the old rodeo grounds.
It is now filled with portable buildings and scaffolding for the stage.
“We have trailers set up for you to get ready in after soundcheck,” Kelly points out as we walk backstage, passing by the crew who are putting the finishing touches on the setup.
I step onto the stage and walk towards the center, where my microphone is already set up.
In front of me are rows of folding chairs, while in the distance there are bleachers for people to sit on.
It isn’t a massive venue, but it is still sizeable for a small town like this one.
Chase joins me at my side. “It’s all sold out,” he says, gesturing to the arena around us. “Everyone wants to be here and support you.”
I turn to face him, wanting to reach out and hold him close, but aware of the others waiting behind us.
“Once the lights are on, it’ll be hard to see the audience tonight,” I say. “I always like to come out before and see it empty like this. So many performers never make it this far.”
“You earned it. You worked hard for this moment. You’ve been through a lot,” he replies, his hand brushing against mine.
I turn towards him fully, feeling overwhelmed by emotion. “It should have been us. Together from the beginning. I’m sorry I took that away from you.”
“I understand why you did what you did. It’s all in the past now,” Chase says reassuringly.
I look into his eyes and take a deep breath. “I’ve already been offered a show in Nashville. And I want you to perform with me. I want you by my side.”
Chase’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, and I stare at the shadowy stubble on his jawline.
“I don’t know what to say,” he whispers.
I reach up and brush my fingers against his stubbly cheek, reveling in the sensation of the bristles against my skin. “Just say you’ll think about it. This doesn’t have to end.”
He meets my gaze and nods. “I’ll think about it.”
A surge of hope fills my heart—there is nothing more I want than for him to be by my side. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his touch gentle and caring.
“The way you touch me . . . it means everything,” I whisper, feeling vulnerable and exposed.
Knowing that he not only understands my pain but also wants to hold me through it fills me with gratitude and love.
I am in love with this man—his very presence sets my soul on fire.
He’s everything I never thought I’d have again.
“Bayleigh, everyone’s ready,” Kelly calls out, and I can hear the amusement in her voice.
I clear my thoughts and spin around. “Alright, where’s my earpiece? Let’s do this.”
After finishing our sound check, we retreat to our trailers to get ready for the show.
I carefully select my outfit, settling on the white dress and belt that Kelly and I picked out while shopping together.
My cowgirl boots have intricate patterns of pink and blue flowers and are designed for comfort.
The stylist works her magic on my curly hair, and I can hardly recognize myself once she’s finished with my makeup.
There is a knock at the door and my heart leaps with anticipation, hoping it’s Chase. But when Matthew Butler pokes his head in, I force a friendly smile despite feeling disappointed.
He’s undeniably handsome, with thick brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
He’s the epitome of the new generation of country music and has a fan base that reaches beyond the genre.
But I can’t bring myself to hate him for it.
Maybe envy him a little, but not hate. I understand what it takes to make it in this industry, and I know he must have faced challenges and struggles as well.
“I just wanted to wish you luck for tonight,” he says, grasping my hand. “You’ve done such a great job promoting this town; I wish I had time to see it.”
“Thanks,” I reply. “It was a wonderful place to grow up in.”
“I heard about your Nashville gig—congratulations! You’ll be touring again soon enough.”
I return his smile. “Thank you for the encouragement. And best of luck to you as well in your future endeavors.”
“Thanks. That means a lot coming from you. Have a good night.” He turns and disappears into the darkness.
“It must be almost time,” the stylist chimes in as she fusses with my hair again. “You’re going to do amazing.”
I can’t help but smile at her words. “I hope so.”
As I prepare to take the stage, it occurs to me that this will be the first time in a long while that I won’t need a drink beforehand. The desire for one isn’t even present. Tonight, I’ll perform sober and clear-headed, doing what I do best: putting on a show.
Nothing fills me with life and energy, like being on stage with the strum of a guitar and the thumping of the bass drum. Music is my therapy, my outlet, and I am ready to pour my heart into every note.
Kelly rounds us up backstage when it’s time, and we all form a circle.
Each of us takes a deep breath, and I mentally prepare myself for the next few hours, where I’ll push my body to the limit.
As I look at each member of our group, I know they will give their all tonight.
From here, I can hear the audience buzzing with excitement and anticipation as the emcee hypes them up for our entrance.
After our performance, Matthew will take the stage, but even if only half of the crowd came to see us specifically, we’re determined to leave a lasting impression.
“I’m so grateful to all of you,” I say, making eye contact with everyone. “I couldn’t do this without you.” My eyes land on Chase and he winks at me, causing my stomach to flip-flop.