Selling Out

The only thing more daunting than singing in front of sold-out crowds across Europe? Facing the music when you start to fall for the guy in the spotlight.

AUSTIN
After years of working my tail off in the music industry, I’ve finally made it: headlining my own tour across Europe. Sure, it’d be great to sing my own songs instead of the stuff my label gives me, but success requires compromise.

It also requires a stellar tour team, which is why I know I have to have Mia Sawyer as one of my backup vocalists when I hear her sing. With thousands of women screaming my name on stage every night, it shouldn’t bother me that she doesn’t seem to think much of me. I don’t have time for real relationships anyway.

MIA
Austin Sheppard is the exact type of man and “musician” I roll my eyes at. But since my own following on social media is stagnant enough that it’s bound to start attracting mosquitoes soon, I figure this may be the only opportunity I have to get paid to sing—and to see Europe, for that matter. For an opportunity like that? I can keep my opinions to myself.

Life on tour with Austin gives me a front-row seat to everything I wish I could have as a musician. It also puts me constantly and perilously close to the man I’ve pegged as a womanizer and a sell-out. So close, in fact, that I’m starting to worry the next sell-out will be my heart.