(Complete) Nashville is a great place to live, except when you long for home. Does Rob return to his family or try to make his relationship work?
Topping the charts and playing to millions of fans is a dream come true, but being a country star isn'...
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It was a blur. He had notes, but wasn't sure he even looked at them. He hadn't expected to win for his song. In the past, they had been nominated for other awards, including best new artist. The year before they had won for best country group performance, which was a tremendous honor. Winning for the song honored only him, the songwriter, not the band or Clyde.
After his acceptance, they ushered him backstage for more photographs with the award. The cameras were rolling and reporters wanted to capture his reaction and comments. He froze and stared. She looked different, but very much the same.
"Nash Kirkland, could I arrange an interview for..."
He couldn't focus on her words. He knew he was staring, but her two blue eyes looked strange. Nash agreed to the interview for very personal reasons.
"Fine, but I leave LA tomorrow, so it has to be tonight. Beverly Wilshire room 623."
As she smiled, she looked nothing like she should. She was too intense and her eyes were wrong. He smiled slightly when she stood with her chest sticking out. He found her too skinny and unappealing.
Sitting through the long ceremony was more enjoyable with Morgan. When she appeared before him in her gown, Nash felt his knees go weak. She really was Cinderella. How did he get so lucky? He couldn't lose her. As he thought of the meeting he scheduled, he reminded himself it was for her. Hopefully she would understand.
Her chin should be bruised. It kept dropping. He didn't know the musicians she favored. If he did, he would introduce her. Instead, he promised to listen to some of her music. He'd do anything for her.
Almost Heaven didn't win in any category that they had been nominated. It was disappointing for Clyde, who deserved accolades too. Aside from agreeing to an interview, the only other awkward part of the evening was seeing Tyler. When he eyed Morgan, Nash pulled her closer to his side.
"Have you hung out with Cayla now she's single?"
"What? No, man. I've been out here in LA working nonstop. Great tits out here too."
Clyde reached out his hand and Tyler shook it. Flash bulbs went off around them. "Good to know you haven't changed. No hard feelings, but we were going in different directions musically."
"The drivel you wrote had my hands tied artistically. I'm gonna be an effing star."
The two couples skipped the various after parties and returned to the hotel.
Tillie said, "Drinks in the bar. I won't take no for an answer."
Nash nursed a glass of wine. He had a text from his momma, but stupidly hoped for one from Law. A few minutes before eleven, he kissed Morgan's cheek.
"I'll be back."
"Where are you going?"
"Upstairs. I won't be long. Y'all can talk behind my back."
