Four months later, I was trying to shove my way through a crowd of girls to grab a drink from the kitchen. When I got there, I heard a girl squeal, “Hubba hubba! Luke Skeet is going to help me birth my babies.”
I whipped around. The crowd of girls were surrounding something. Moving to get a better look, I saw an iPad with a YouTube clip playing. I couldn’t see what was on the clip, but hearing the excited squeals, the bottom of my stomach fell out. They were watching my band.
Her friends laughed, and another said, “Shut up. He’s my future husband.”
“I heard they’re from Grant West.”
“No way?! Are you serious? Isn’t that clip in Nebraska?”
The first girl spoke, nodding like she was close to the band, “It is. My cousin used to watch them play at some bar there.”
“Grant West, as in two
