And we’re touring again next spring—the Lo and Tro tour. Or as Tro calls it, the Lucky Me tour. Either way, it’s going to be my new tracks with Lilah playing lead for me, and I can’t fucking wait. I kind of want to send copies of our bank statements to all those high school teachers and guidance counselors who told Lilah and me we’d never amount to anything but a drain on society.
“That was great, Shiloh,” Ricky says in our ears as I wrap. “Let’s take it from the same spot on Tro’s harmony.”
Tro doesn’t let me go as he sings, and I shiver in his arms with the memory of the weeks we wrote this song—the weeks I wouldn’t let myself admit I was falling for him. I never could have dreamed then that we’d end up where we are: Tro without Roadkill and me without Billie. But everything happens for a reason.
Tro and I collided in fiery crash that melted away all the bullshit until we each found the person we were meant to be. The road eventually smoothed out and led us to the place we both needed to end up, in each other’s arms making the music we were meant to make.
And this is where I plan to say.
Acknowledgements
Many hugs to the incredible team at New Leaf, including but not limited to my omnipotent uberagent, Suzie Townsend, for being the most incredible advocate any author could have, and Danielle Barthel for everything she does behind the scenes. To Danielle Sanchez and the fabulous ladies at Inkslinger, who put up with me for some unknown reason. And my writer friends for all their incredible support.