“I can’t even believe this is happening right now!” Jordan shouts, scooping me up in his arms.
We’re all lost in the moment of excitement while the DJ and his assistant are busy snapping pictures and talking to the fans who are calling in and tweeting with excitement over the news.
Chicago loves their hometown boys.
“I’m so happy for you!” I shout bursting with excitement as I glance around the room and see Lawson, Zane and Kingston all bro hugging. I think I even spot some tears in their eyes.
I don’t blame them this is a huge moment for them, one that they’ll never forget.
As soon as we leave the studio we all head down the street to a local pub. The guys say it’s like a second home to them. We were definitely in need of some celebratory drinks.
“Hey! Look who the cat dragged in!” an older man who looks to be in his late fifty’s shouts towards us as we enter the pub. I immediately take notice of his thick Irish accent. He’s about my height and thirty pounds overweight.
“Brittan, this is Ronan McCallister, he’s the owner of the bar and the first guy to ever give Tempting Tomorrow a gig.”
I quickly realize his last name gives the pub its name, which is McCallister’s Pub & Grill.
Leaning over the bar, I reach out to shake Ronan’s hand and he surprises me by pulling me in for a big bear hug. “You must be the lovely Brittan I’ve been hearing so much about.”
I give him a puzzled look and glance behind me at the guys. Noticing the confusion on my face he elaborates, “You know on all those tabloids in the local market. I’ve been seeing you and my boy here all over them going on and on about Rock and Roll’s newest love birds.” He says with pride in his voice, and clapping Jordon on the shoulder.
“I don’t know if you heard but we just hit number one!” Zane says hopping up on a bar stool and slapping his hands on the bar. Everyone’s still bouncing with excitement from the news they received just a few minutes ago.
“What!? Well I think that calls for a celebration!” Ronan shouts as he gets to work filling a line of shot glasses.
All of us grab a glass and hold it up for a toast, “To Chicago! The city that made us who we are today!” Zane toasts and we all follow.
After eating way too many hot wings and drinking one too many beers, Ronan finally convinces Jordon and the guys to get up on stage for old time’s sake and perform Goodbye Chicago.
I am so happy for Jordon, Zane, Lawson and Kingston. They’ve killed it every night we’ve performed, and their entire album is amazing. They deserve all the recognition they get.
Many will ask if it bothers me that my boyfriend and his band knocked us out of our number one spot. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m so happy I was there today with them to experience the excitement of their first number one hit.
Today has been exciting and a great way to kick off our first day in Chicago. I can’t wait to go back to Jordon’s apartment and do some celebrating of our own.
Past, Meet My Future
Jordon
The last twenty-four hours have been an insane. I still can’t believe we hit number one! Beyond Redemption has been number one for three weeks. To hit #1 while were here in Chicago, is crazy!
Last night we had a blast celebrating at the pub, and afterwards I brought Brittan back to my apartment to continue our celebration alone. I couldn’t wait to sleep in my own bed again after living on the bus for three months. My older brother Eric is my roommate and has been taking care of the apartment while we’ve been touring. Knowing we’d want some privacy, he went and stayed at his girlfriend Sam’s house for the night.
My good mood didn’t last long because after Brittan and I fell asleep my phone woke me up at two a.m. with a flood of texts. I had to do a double take at the number because it was Kinsley’s.
She sent me a text, freaking out saying she was in labor and needed me to come to the hospital. It’s been nine months since we broke up. I saw her in the fall when I came back from touring because we run in the same social circle, but she was with Brock. The guy she cheated on me with and the same one who knocked her up.
I text her back telling her if she’s in labor, text Brock and tell him to drag his ass to the damn hospital and leave me the hell alone.
My stomach rose into my throat when she texted me back saying Brock and her broke up. He refuses to come because he thinks I’m the father.
Me? The father!?!
No fucking way in hell.
My head started spinning so fucking hard I thought I was going to pass out. The urge to put my fist through the wall was overwhelming; it took everything in me to not smash my fucking apartment into a million pieces.