Chapter 1Kris Starr had just walked back out on stage, guitar in hand, prepared for an encore, when the balcony collapsed.
No one’d expected it. The aging London venue—a venerable theater, a small exclusive show, a gift to fans—just couldn’t hold up. Overstrained ribs burst. Ancient supports shattered. History plunged downward, overwhelmed.
His touring band jolted to their feet. Instruments scattered.
Kris’s husband, who’d been standing in the wings—they brought Justin out on stage for encores a lot of the time, because Justin really could sing and because audiences always cheered wildly at the love story present in person—ran forward.
The tour had been fantastic, Kris thought vaguely, still catching up to calamity—this show had been fantastic too—
Maybe too good, such good luck, no e
