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can see it in his when he
looks at you, too.”
    “No, Tristan’s not the love type. He’s dependent on
me.”
    “Elly, stop it! You never give yourself enough
credit. Tristan is gorgeous. He could get any woman. He could have a rich woman
taking care of him and paying all of his bills if that’s what he wanted. He
wants you…and you and I make the same thing, so I know it’s not for your
money.”
    I laughed and squeezed her hand back. “Thank you,
Hannah.”
    “Just remember, Elly, a temporary job does not even
compare to a lifetime of love.”
    I nodded. She was right about that; but did Tristan
feel the same?
    Hannah left me alone to think about it all while she
went back to help break down the show. I had to decide what to do soon or
Tristan would be gone and I’d be on this bus on my way to the next town. I knew
one person that would always give it to me straight, so I called her.
    “Hi, Mom. I hope I didn’t wake you.”
    “No, of course not, honey. I was reading and your
father is watching his program. Are you okay? You sound upset.”
    “Tristan quit the tour tonight.”
    “Oh my goodness! Why?”
    “I guess there’s a clause in the contract that he
didn’t know about; it more or less gives the producers the right to go back on
giving him his money and his record deal when this is all over.”
    “Are you kidding? That can’t be legal, can it?”
    “I don’t know. Someone who does know says they build
it into part of the contract that the contestants don’t really read…or maybe
just not understand. So I guess when they sign it, it becomes legal.”
    “Oh! I’m so sorry for him. But he quit? What’s he
going to do?”
    “I was so mad at him, Mom. I didn’t really give him
a chance to explain. I didn’t know all of this and he wasn’t the one who told
me he quit. That made me really angry and hurt. We just argued.”
    Mom sighed. “That’s understandable. I’m sure he’s
really upset, and I can see where it would hurt you for him to not discuss it
with you. When you both cool down, you need to sit back down and talk about it
rationally.”
    “I think he’s leaving for L.A. This tour is another
six months long. By the time I get back, I’m afraid there won’t be anything
left to talk about.”
    “Then go find him now.”
    I hesitated. “Should I, mom?”
    “Elly, how do you feel in your heart? Are you in
love with him?”
    “I think so.”
    “Does he love you too?”
    “I’m not sure…”
    “Go find him and tell him how you feel. If he feels
the same, he’ll tell you. If he doesn’t, then what have you lost—a modicum of
pride? Big deal. If he feels the same, do you want to
risk a future with the man you love for another six months on tour with people
who would swindle young artists and use them for their talent?”
    “No…I don’t want to lose him, Mom.”
    “Then go tell him so.”
    “Thanks. I love you.”
    “I love you to the moon!”
    I hung up, grabbed my purse and my backpack, and hoped
he hadn’t left yet. If he was gone, I’d find him. Mom
was right, I had to tell him, whether he felt the same way or not.

 
    CHAPTER
EIGHT
    TRISTAN
    I went out towards the front lot, but before I got
there, I saw the two security officers who traveled with us. They were the same
ones who had dragged Brooke kicking and screaming out of my bus that night.
    “Tristan! You don’t want to go out there, man.” The bigger guard looked at me with
concern.
    “Why? I’m trying to get a cab out of here.”
    “You won’t get one out there. You’ll get mobbed,
man. This is one pissed off audience and half of them are still milling around
out front.” The big guy told me this while the smaller guy looked on.
    When his partner finished talking, the little one
said, “What the heck happened, Tristan? Are you really walking out?”
    Shit! “Yeah, I am. But it’s not the way they make it
sound. They didn’t really give me a choice.”
    The big guy put his hands in his