Chapter 3
Phoenix
On stage Maggie transformed. She wasn’t just the shy girl in all black clothes with the vocal cords of an angel.
She was fierce and a firecracker.
So I had to pull out all the stops to win.
For my next song, I picked my own one hit when I was part of the soon-to-be biggest band in the world.
Then the crowd went insane and people all over the room were taking my picture.
Maggie rolled her eyes and tried to win back the crowd, but they were mine now.
I’d won our bet.
As the song ended, the lights went out and we stepped off the stage. I paid for our dinner and we made our way out the side door. She elbowed me and said, “You sang your own song. That’s why you won.”
The night air in the side street had a slight electric tinge to it. Or was it just my adrenaline that
