Then one day, I heard her play, and I would never be the same.
Beale Street’s where my story starts,
Brooklyn’s where I found my heart.
Backroads and boulevards, we’re from different streets,
Fields of wheat and miles of concrete.
But she has a way, a way about her,
that somehow makes none of that matter
She’s steel and silk
Soft strands in the wind, a canvas of color covers her skin.
She wraps me in her embrace, bathes me in her grace.
She wrecks my world, this perfect girl
Beale Street’s where my story starts,
Brooklyn’s where I found my heart.
To the bottom I sink with my arms open wide
I don’t swim, don’t fight the tide,
All I want to do is to stay lost in her Liz Taylor eyes
That girl from Brooklyn stole my heart,
I should have seen it from the start.
Oh, the way she makes me feel,
I won’t be singing the blues on Beale.
She became my muse, I paid my dues,
She painted my world in a million different hues.
A Jedi Master, I’m so glad I asked her,
Girl, be mine ’til the end of time.
I love the way she makes me feel,
Her violet fields replaced the blues on Beale
She’s my perfect girl and I love how she’s wrecked my world
A hush fell over the crowd as the final note faded into silence. Tears streamed down Chloe’s cheeks as Reid pulled his guitar over his shoulder and set it on the floor before walking over to Chloe and wrapping her in his arms.
“Don’t cry,” he whispered, pressing his lips to her neck.
Chloe sniffled and hugged him tight. “I love you, Reid.”
“I love you too, Chloe,” he breathed while every person in the building screamed at the top of their lungs until there was nothing but an indistinguishable roar of applause as the lights faded for the final time.
I couldn’t do any of this without the support of my family. Mark, thank you for indulging every facet of my craziness on a daily basis.
Julie, thank you for putting up with my random calls and freak-out texts in the middle of the night. Your unwavering friendship has kept me from jumping off many proverbial ledges.
Sara, thank you for planting the seed for this book. I’m so glad Jack White and Lillie Mae Rische exist.
Jess, Heather, Christina, I can’t put into words how much your feedback and honesty throughout this journey has meant to me. You ladies are the best.
Kelly, thank you for always being there when I needed a sounding board. I don’t know how you put up with my manic behavior, but I will forever be grateful.
Jill, thank you for your enthusiasm about this project. I know that doesn’t come easy with you. Also, thank you for stepping up to the plate when I needed your help. You always go above and beyond.
Christine, thank you for sticking with me and working tirelessly to promote my words. Your friendship has been a godsend.
Heather, thank you for your guidance while I continue to navigate this terrifying and exciting journey.
Jada, thank you for putting up with my indecisiveness. I would never make a book cover for me. Thank God I have you for that.
Kimberly, thank you for always making time for me, even when you didn’t have it. Your honesty and support have been a wonderful addition to my writing journey.
Lisa, my wonderful editor, thank you for sacrificing your sleep and your sanity to edit this book. You were always there—Food Truck Tuesdays, daily Target runs, and time zones be damned. I don’t know what I would have done without you.
To everyone who takes the time to read my words, thank you. There are millions of books out there—thank you for choosing mine. Without you, none of this would be possible.