A Country Girls Dream

Chapter One.

"Thank you Nashville!" I yell into a sea of people before running off stage. I can't stop smiling while I come down from my adrenaline rush.

"Hey Maci! You were great out there!"

"Thanks Miranda, I so glad you had me come."

"Honey don't you worry I'll be asking for you back. Here let's get picture for my Instagram." Miranda said motioning for me to stand next to her.

I can't believe this is happening... I am getting my picture with Miranda Lambert! And not because I wanted to because she wanted too.

"Thanks Doll see you around. Wait you're going to the Country Music Festival right?" she asked.

"Wouldn't miss it!" I reassured her.

"Oh and don't forget to tell Blake 'Hi' from me." I had to add that...

"I won't!"

I have to mentally pinch myself. I just closed for Miranda Lambert, my music idle, and she wants me to do it again! As I walk into my dressing room I'm texting Matt, my ex yet best guy friend.

To Matthew:

I just got done! Best experience ever.

To Maci:

That's great! Do I need to come get you?

To Matthew:

Please?

To Maci:

Be there in 15.

I took my dress and heals off, hung it up, and put my shirt and jeans back on. As I was cleaning up there was a knock on the door.

"Hello?" I said as I opened it.

"Maci over here! Maci can you tell me.. Maci how does it feel to... Maci!" yelled the reporters as the camera lights flashed in my face.

"I'm sorry but I can't answer any questions at this time." I spoke sternly and push the door close.

God I hate the paparazzi. My phone buzzed loudly.

To Maci:

I'm outside.

I looked at the door but I could still the noise of the paparazzi. I quickly looked around the room for another way out. Aha! A window. I scooted the chair over to window and stood on it. Unlocking the window and pushing it open I slid out. I got up and brushed myself off as I looked around for Matt's truck. I got a quick glimpse of the taillights and ran as the flashing camera's chased me.

"Hey there superstar!" Matt said as I jumped in.

"Step on it!" I gasped trying catch my breath.

"Why?" Matt asked concerned.

"..Paparazzi...chasing...me.." I said in between heavy breathing.

"Oh!" Matt spoke while pressing on the gas.