Page 75 of The Girl with No Name

“Wait, they’re singers?” another says.

Suddenly we’re the stars of a little patch of grass that’s opened up among the sea of people. I grab Luna’s hand and spin her a few times, pulling her body into mine.

Girlfriend, a distant voice says in my head.

Is this fun or is this crossing a line?

But it’s hard to stop with the crowd egging us on.

Luna and I have a moment, our bodies pressed into each other, one hand on her hip and the other holding hers. Looking into her eyes, I feel like she’s letting me see her soul.

Then the crowd fills in our little circle, and the moment’s passed.

I need to call Sam, I think, suddenly, backing away.

I try to FaceTime her, right in the middle of everything, but the call goes to voicemail. Is my signal bad, or is her phone off? Who knows. I heave a deep sigh, put my phone in my pocket, and go back to vibing.

“Thanks for coming out tonight, y’all,” Zach says. “I hope you’re having a good time.”

He sings a couple of slower ballads, goes off stage, and then comes back out.

“‘All Night Revival’!” someone calls as the band launches into the next song.

I recognize it as the one we were all belting out last night with CC and the gang. I swear, everyone in the crowd—except me—knows every single word.

In the middle of the song, I feel an arm around my shoulder.

“Holy shit, I found you guys! What’s up, Henry!”

It’s Dunn, and he’s still with Randy the hotel clerk, who’s so drunk he’s swaying.

“This guy. This is the fuckingguy!” Randy yells, pointing to Dunn and then tapping him on the chest.

I laugh. Dunn has clearly worked his charms.

“You are the Red Lemons! I’m sorry I didn’t believe!”

“I told you, Randy!” Dunn yells. “Revival, baby!” He wraps his arms around Luna and me, coming between us as the song continues.

By the end, I’ve got the chorus memorized, too. And as I shout the words with the crowd, I get it. Igetcountry music, I get Zach Bryan, I getthe reason Dunn wanted me to ditch work so badly. I realize I’m finally following my bliss, and it feels amazing.

Who knows what tomorrow brings, but right now is perfect.

The last notes of the encore ring out, Zach Bryan thanks the crowd, and the stadium lights flash on.

“So what are we gonna do now?” Dunn asks.

I pull out my phone and check my Instagram DMs. There’s one from Henry.

“Guys, you want to do an afterparty with the Red Lemons?”

“Wait. Thought youarethe Red Lemons,” Randy slurs.

I wave my hand. “Yeah, that’s what I mean. With the rest of the band.”

“Is the bear Catholic?” Dunn shouts. “Best night of my fucking life!”

I look over at Luna. “You down?”

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