Chapter 13
Phoenix
Maggie’s kiss was the sweetest taste I’d ever remember. She was better than an orange after a morning run on the beach.
And I realized I didn’t belong with her or on that show.
I’d done as Mark wanted, redeemed my image.
And I’d talked to Fiona. She’d not been robbed of her career, not like I’d blamed myself.
The show had taught me that, in vibrant color. The only reason to stay now was for Maggie, but that was selfish.
And I was done taking a place I didn’t belong in.
I’d get the sell-out shows I craved without this competition. So I finished packing my small bag and hoped Maggie was in practice, with her next song.
I’d cheer her from in front of my television now. And I’d arranged to have coffee with Fiona to clear the air.
I quietly headed out of the guys’ b
