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"What?" I shake my head, not understanding.

"Well, I'll miss—"

"The audition part, smart-arse." I raise my brows, but a smile plays on my lips.

"Oh! That!" Jase over-exaggerates his surprise at the 'misunderstanding'. "Well, I know you couldn't audition, but I called them up and begged for a second chance, explaining the circumstances. And they've agreed to let you try again late January. It's cutting it fine, but you should be healed by then. Or at least, that's what my Internet research tells ... Why are you shaking your head?" He frowns, and I want to wrap him up in my arms again, but I'm rooted to the spot, afraid that if I move, this whole beautiful moment will come crashing down around me. Because how can this one man who I was so horrid to have done so much?

"I ..." I blink back those stupid tears and swallow. "I can't believe how much you've done."

"Believe it, Lia." He steps closer, and unashamed desire roars in his eyes. "I believe in you. I believe in your talent, your amazing way with music. You captivate me—take me to another world." He pauses, and his gaze darkens again. "Every cell in my body sings when you're near me. You don't just make beautiful music—you are the music. And I don't ever want the symphony to stop."

Well, that does it. There's no way I can stop those treacherous tears from falling down my face as I fall deeper and deeper in love with the man standing in front of me. This beautiful soul—this beautiful life.

My heart races in my chest. I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.

"I'm not going to audition."

He steps closer and frowns, placing those giant hands on either side of my face. "Of course you are. I'll come visit. I'll move heaven and earth to get what you desire. And this is what you want."

I shake my head. "No."
Breathe, Lia.
Breathe. "I wanted to get away. I wanted to leave behind all the drama and bullshit my life had accumulated, and I thought running was the only way to achieve it. I thought that if I ran, all my problems—Mum and her drinking, my embarrassment, my memories—they'd just go away. They'd solve themselves." Jase's body is tense, as if he's waiting for something. Something big. "But I know now that running doesn't solve anything. And that by standing up for myself, by ignoring everyone else, and letting go of how much I care what others think—that's how I'm going to be able to escape. And I can do that by staying right here."

It's my turn to step closer, and I rest my forehead against his. It feels so right here—like I belong. Like I’m finally home. "I love you, Jason. And I'm not going anywhere."

His lips are all the answer I need in return.

Six months later ...

In primary school, our teacher taught us all about alliteration. Then, I was Ladylike Lia, a moniker that now sends shivers down my spine. In recent times, I've also been Lonely Lia. Lia the Liar.

And sometimes, I still feel a little like Lia the Lost.

But more than that?

I'm Lia in Love.

And this is one name that fits.

"You ready?" Jase kisses my forehead, breaking me out of my reverie.

"Sure am." I smile up at him.

"Go get 'em, tiger."

I laugh, and give him a gentle whack to the stomach with my no longer ruined fingers.

"Next up on stage tonight, we have Lia Stanton," the emcee announces, and I give a little jump up and down. Jase grins and gives me a wink.

Applause sounds in the room beyond the stage, and for just one moment, I freeze. I turn to look at my boyfriend once more and lick my lips, uncertain. "Should I ..."

"Go!" Jase's smile could melt icebergs. It gives me all the confidence I need.

I step out of the shadows and into the spotlight that follows me across the stage of the cool underground jazz bar. It's a Wednesday night, their 'New Players' night, and the place is packed, all tables well and truly occupied in the two hundred-pax venue.

When I sit on the stool, my hands poised over the keys, a wolf whistle rings out from somewhere in the venue. The audience swivels to look toward the back of the room to the clearly too enthusiastic cheerer. I giggle, even though my cheeks flame. Bloody Kat. Of course she has to make a scene.

Still, I've never been so glad to have her and the rest of my friends and family here.

Mum raises her (water) glass at me, and I smile back at her.
I love you
, she mouths, and my heart warms.

And then, I play.

My hands slowly work their way into the song, a self-composed modern piece that tells the story of life as I know it. It's full of hardships and pain, of love and lust, of happiness and sorrow, and all bleed out of my fingers and echo to life in the space of this club, all of those emotions swirl and build through the room until there's no me, no piano, only this, this greater story that's complex and rich and
everyone
.

Life might not be a love song.

But it sure can be one hell of a show.

I lose myself in the music, the notes, and when I finally stop, when I finally come down, I exhale, and it's as if I'd stopped breathing because all of myself tension releases from my shoulders, my body.

And then?

Applause.

Claps, deafening claps from everyone in the room. A few people I don't recognise nod and chat, their hands raised in appreciation, and of course Kat, Ellie and Ana are wolf whistling and catcalling to their hearts' content.

I squint against the spotlight and stand, taking a small curtsey.

And up the back of the room, I see it.

A sign on a big piece of cardboard, black text handwritten so big I can see.

I AM INSPIRED

I AM ALIVE

I AM IN LOVE

THAT’S HOW YOUR MUSIC MAKES ME FEEL

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my book. Whether you loved it or hated it, the book industry wouldn’t be the happening place it is right now without YOU! Never forget that.

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