17

GWEN

“I'll put your ass on a bus back to Podunk if you don't toe the line, Wix. Could you sing where you worked? They won't even let you back onstage when I'm done ripping you to shreds,” Morty, the executive handjob, yells at me from the Homegrown Records conference room.

It's been two months since the night I met Tana, and JC has managed to land in the paper three more times. I can't let this happen any longer. I've officially become the laughing stock of Nashville, and I can't stand the passive stares of the guys on my tour anymore.

When the bus pulled into town this morning, I headed straight for Tana's house first. We've kept in touch and each time I've been back in town on a break, she's made time for us to be together. It's the first real friendship I've had since Mary Jane Devo, who married her Navy boyfriend and moved to Hawaii almost two years ago.

I'm not the type of girl to make friends easily, mostly because I work as much as I can, and I never had extra money to go shopp