Or the way you style your hair
It’s the things you do
The sounds you make
All the hearts you break
All the promises you’ll never make
Like no one else
One of a kind
It ain’t about the clothes you wear
Or the way you style your hair
Looking around this executive’s office, I feel out of place. I don’t know what in the hell I am doing here. One minute I was at home freaking out about Peyton and the next I had some manager knocking down the door with a plane ticket saying all my dreams were about to come true. Thea practically shoved me onto the plane. Everything is happening so damn fast. Everyone wants a piece of me. I don’t have anything to give them. All the parts of me that matter are back in Tennessee with her. With Peyton.
“You’re young. Get out there and live. Meet girls. Just don’t settle down or make any promises. Women all over the world are going to be screaming your name and putting your picture as their screensavers. Your image is a bad boy. Show this industry just how bad you can be. Just don’t fuck up your face.”
I sigh inwardly but I know Shaker is right. If I want to get anywhere in this business, I need a persona. Talent alone isn’t what sells. I need to be a jerk. I need to be the guy Peyton probably thinks that I am. If I could just get her on the phone to explain that things are changing with my music, but it doesn’t mean that we can’t be together. She just needs to graduate high school first.
“Don’t worry. Your new wardrobe is on the way along with your driver. Hell, we even have you new friends. Don’t fuck this up, kid. You’re going to be a Goddamned superstar.”
Scrubbing my hands over my face I sigh. I don’t need new friends or new clothes. All I need—all I want is back in Tennessee. I can’t help but wonder about Peyton. Thea tries to pass along updates but that bitch, Barb, won’t tell her much. I guess she’s out of the hospital and living with her dad again. I want to call her just to hear her voice, but I promised I’d stay away. I’ve hurt her enough, but I still love her. I always will.
You are mine
I am yours
I don’t wanna fuck around
Baby come home
Those hazel eyes see into my soul
My heart only beats for yours
I see you in my dreams
Baby come home
You are mine
I am yours
Let’s not fuck around
I see your smile fading
I feel your love drifting out to sea
Baby come home
We were meant to be
Can’t you hear me