The Star Maker's Revenge

tage room. On the giant screen, Caleb Scott, my Caleb, soaked it all in. H

nd, and the sta

. "And I' m about to get luckier. I' m home, and I' m ready

moment we' d dreamed of since we were kids, writing

liant, camera-ready smile

me to the stage, my fian

pop-country princess from a Nashville dynasty. The crowd erupted aga

e noise. "Caleb, there are rumors about you and a hometo

' s a sad story, really. I had a minor tour bus accident a few months back. The doctors said I

nds started to shake. I had photos, demo tapes, a

e loading dock. I held out our old demo tape, the one

This is us. Don'

at me with cold, empty eyes. "I' m sorry, I

ard his manager whisper to him,

amily and the media. We can' t have any small-town baggage draggi

rry about her. Once the ink is dry, I' ll offer he

esia. It was a choice. I wasn' t