One month later: June 15
Studio 8. Stage L
My heart wildly thudded within my chest, and my legs trembled as waves of nervousness swept throughout my entire body. My mouth became dry, and my vison doubled. Guy’s dressing room spun in circles, unstoppable. I started to sweat under my arms and across my forehead, felt weak, panted, almost unable to stand, like wreckage after a night of binge drinking at a local gay bar.
“Landon, you have to calm down,” Caster Ray said, wiping sweat away from my brow. “Don’t be so nervous. Today is your special day. You’re getting married to the man you love.”
He handed me a glass of water, and I took a sip, needing something stronger. I passed it back, ice cubes tingling against the glass.
“I never thought I would be this nervous on my wedding day. Nor d
