VICTORIA'S POV
This is it. The big performance. We're finally performing together. Just like old days. "Baby you a song you make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise." We both sing. He was so cute singing. But he didn't love me. I was sure of it. I mean I'm no one big or special. Just a small town girl from Louisianna. He didn't want me. He wanted some Carrie Underwood like person. Definitely not me. No way.
The performance went stellar. I felt I got my break. And I did it with Hunter Freaking Hayes! Could this day get any better?
HUNTERS POV
I think that was my best performance yet. She was amazing. So beautiful and talented. I wouldn't want anyone else in the world but her. I think I'm in love. "Hey, Vicky!" I call. "Oh, so it's Vicky now?" She smirked. "Yes, yes it is. Problem?" I said. We both laughed. Her laugh was adorable. Ohmy. "Hey, do you maybe want to come back to Louisianna with me for a couple of days? We'll have fun. Promise. It's okay if you don't. I just really like you." I said with, surprisingly, the least bit of nervousness. I knew what she'd say. I was all good. "Ohmy, yes! That would be so amazing! Me? Getting to spend the weekend with HUNTER HAYES? Heck yes!" She screamed. "Haha, I knew you'd be all for it!" I said, both of us laughing. "Alright, let's get going!" I yelled back at her from the dressing rooms.
