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I can hear her situating herself, probably sitting up in bed. I try to get comfortable while she launches into a story.

I fall asleep listening to Willow. And thinking about how the Willow I’m getting to know is better than I could’ve imagined.

The Upstate Cosmos areundefeated. We stole a win on the road with a go-ahead field goal. Our kicker was fucking losing his mind. He had missed two easy kicks—wide right—throughout the game, and I can’t imagine what it’s like to walk up and kick like that. Everyone holding their breath, praying one way or another.

But he drilled it. A goddamn 50-yard field goal, like it was cake. Celebrating with the team was pivotal. Felt like we were creating something, not because we’re all in the same place doing our job but deeper than that.

I had a solid game: 90 yards, 12 receptions, 1 touchdown. When I scored, I felt this weight lift. It was like I could relax. I’m still fucking good enough to be on a roster.

Talking to Willow was just what I needed last night. I can’t believe I woke her up and she did nothing but try to help. She showed up for me.

I can’t wait to see her.

I open the door to my apartment and see a bouquet of flowers on my kitchen island. Did I accidentally send myself flowers?

They are yellow and white peonies with tons of greenery. The card sticks out the top and I open the tiny envelope.

Tripp – I don’t know your favorite flower, so I sent you mine.

Congrats on the win.

Willow

Chapter 26

Willow

I finally heard fromthe label. They’re open todiscussingthe idea of a more intimate tour. Erik sounded lukewarm at best. We’re meeting with them today, and I’m bringing a rough cut of a few songs I’ve been working on.

Lukewarm is better than cold but stress sits under the small victory. The more I think about it, the more I agree with Claire; I’ve put in the time and should be able to make calls like this. I never wanted to put out the same type of music over and over again.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for what I’ve accomplished, the opportunities I’ve had, and every single fan who knows any words to any of my music. I want to do something new.

Emilie, Claire, and I are in my car when my phone buzzes.

Tripp

pumped for your meeting?

Me

I wouldn’t say pumped but I am excited to get it over with lol

if they don’t let you do whatever you want, they’re idiots

ha! You and Claire have the same thought

Don’t even worry about them saying no

They’ll hear the new stuff and be on board

you have no idea if the new stuff is any good

you haven’t heard it

No, but I know you.

no pressure but the fan in me is dying to hear the new stuff