Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

The story of how a shy elementary teacher still exploring her sexuality becomes involved with two of her student's mother. - *Contains strong language, mention of alcohol abuse, and mature scenes solely for the purpose of the storyline I own all the rights to this story. This story is a work of fiction. All characters, names, businesses, events, and incidents are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. - *Originally had over 1 million reads *The story is completed but a rewrite is being considered in the future !! The original cover has been changed. Full credit goes to the owner of the photo (found on Pinterest)

This book may NOT be reproduced, reposted, copied, or translated in any way unless you receive permission directly from me. Willow James only wants two things in her life: freedom from her mother and success with her music. The winter showcase her university pulls together can give her that. A once in a lifetime opportunity, she gets in, but with the small twist that she has to write a song for someone else, someone the entire world seems to know about. Everyone, but her. Summer Bennett grew up in a loving house, with loving moms, big loving family and everything a child of a famous music producer and a hockey player can get. Aside from her family, dancing is Summer's life, or that's what everyone says and what she believes, until she's selected to participate in a Showcase. She's forced to spend time with someone she doesn't know, but at the same time, she feels like she wants to know her. Two different worlds, will the stars align for them?