Reese will like it so much more when I propose to her on stage in Vegas, declaring in front of everyone that my heart belongs to one woman, and one woman only. I know the risks of announcing your relationships in this industry, but Reese is the secret I share with the world.
She’s my muse. My motivation. My reason why all the bad days feel tolerable, and that all the good days feel like flying. Little does she know, she can call all her girls, her mom, dad, my entire family, and no one will be surprised. Their tickets to Las Vegas are already booked and ready.
Ignoring the necessary chores at The Garage, which I’m sure I’ll get an earful for at home, I hop off the stage and shut off the lights. Venturing into the parking lot, I see Reese is long gone. After securing the back lock, I spin around and stare at the old building that still looks a little weathered from the outside.
I pat the faded brick and smile, thinking about how this place called me back from L.A. urgently. I had to be here at exactly the right moment, at exactly the right place. The Garage always had a plan.
Thank you for bringing me everything.
Thank you for bringing me…
Home.