I get it – A lot of folks would kill to be in my shoes. I make my living playing guitar. That beach anthem you???ve had on repeat all summer ??? the one with the pickup trucks and drinking beer by the bonfire??? I???m the guy playing that killer guitar riff on it.
The problem is, I hate my job.
I???d rather be playing classical music. I want my legacy to be more than the answer to some question in a game of music trivia. In a guitar-town like Nashville, though, gigs playing my kind of music are few and far between.
My brother-in-law lines up an audition for me with a classical musician looking for someone to play on tour, and I jump at the chance. When I meet the brooding star for the first time, though, I know I???ve signed on for a lot more than I bargained for.
I???ve never been the type of guy to settle down with one woman. She???s making me rethink that, and just about everything else I thought I knew.
She???s looking for forever. I just hope that???s a promise I can keep.