Tennessee Orange

Prologue

Megan's POV
Although I was in college at the time, I started my country music career with Chase Rice and Kristian Bush. Being an opener for them was amazing and, thanks to Kristian, I was able to get a record deal in Nashville, Tennessee.

Leaving my hometown of Douglasville, Georgia is gonna be one of the hardest things I've ever done though.

"Good bye, sweetheart. Have a good time in Nashville," my momma says, giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I smile.

"I will momma. I love you,"

"I love you too, sweetheart." Momma says.

My dad is next and I'm a little surprised that he's crying. I don't think I've ever seen him cry before and it hurts my heart that me leaving is the first time I've ever seen him cry.

"I'm gonna miss you, Megan, but I know that this is very important to you. You're a good singer and you belong in Nashville. I love you so much, baby girl." Daddy says, giving me a big hug.

"I love you too, daddy." I whisper.

I put my guitar in the trunk of my mustang and get ready to leave.

When I'm finally on the road, I turn on the country radio station. A song by Morgan Wallen starts to play and I turn down the radio, not caring much for the song. Granted, he's a great singer with great music, but a person can only listen to the same songs on the radio so many times before it gets annoying.

Note to self: buy an aux cord for my car and download Spotify so I can listen to whatever I want.

Morgan's POV
"Wait what?! You're breaking up with me? Why?" I ask, looking deep into Kaley's eyes.

"Because I think you're cheating on me," Kaley says. I frown.

"Do you know how crazy that sounds? I only have eyes for you, Kaley, I swear."

"Sure you do. And I bet dating doesn't count when you're out on the road without me. You hook up with any girls when I ain't around?" She asks. I shake my head.

"No. I don't. I would never do that,"

"Yeah right. I'm out of here, Morgan. Good bye," Kaley snaps, walking out the door and getting into her car.

I stand there, not sure what to think of everything that just went down.

I go into the kitchen and grab the bottle of Jack Daniels out of the liquor cabinet. I pour some of the whiskey into a glass and knock it back, the whiskey burning my throat.

I have a feeling that it's gonna be a rough couple of weeks.