PIPER

As the jet touched down in Los Angeles, I glanced out the window at the sprawling city below, a mix of excitement and nerves fluttering in my stomach. The Grammys were always a monumental event, but this year held a special significance—I was up for Album of the Year. The thought sent a thrill through me, a tangible reminder of how far I'd come.

Country music had really become mainstream. Kelsie Rae, another country singer who charts regularly, was also up for album of the year. I can't remember just saw two country albums from females especially up for that award.

Lara, my publicist, and Emily, my manager, were seated across from me, their voices a steady hum as they went over the itinerary for the next couple day.

"Alright, Piper," Lara said, her tone brisk and professional. "Tomorrow morning starts with the final dress fitting at 10 AM. The press junket is scheduled for noon, where you'll answer some pre-approved questions."

Emily chimed in, flipping through her notes. "We've ensured there's a break afterward so you can rest before the show. Hair and makeup will arrive at your suite around 3 PM. We'll need you ready for photos by 5 PM sharp."

I nodded, trying to focus on their words, though my mind kept drifting to the performance. The thought of hearing my name called on that stage was almost surreal.

"Lara," I interrupted, "what's the plan if reporters start asking about the album?"

Lara exchanged a glance with Emily before answering. "We'll highlight the creative process, your inspirations, and what this album means to you. It's your moment to shine, so don't hold back."

I smiled, feeling a surge of confidence. "And what about the speech? If I win?"

Emily reached over, placing a reassuring hand on mine. "Keep it heartfelt and genuine. Thank those who helped you along the way and share what this achievement means to you."

I nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. "Thanks, Emily. I just want to make sure I do it justice."

As the jet taxied to a stop, I gathered my things, mentally preparing myself for the whirlwind of the next 24 hours. Despite the chaos, the anticipation of possibly winning Album of the Year filled me with a sense of purpose and excitement. I took a deep breath, ready to embrace whatever came next, knowing that this was my moment to celebrate everything I'd worked for.

After Emily and Lara left, I finally had a moment to myself. Settling into my hotel room, I started to unpack, hanging up my clothes and arranging my things just the way I liked them. The suite was luxurious, with a stunning view of Los Angeles sprawling out beneath me. But instead of reveling in it, I found myself thinking about what to eat. I am starving!

I picked up the room service menu, scanning through the options. My stomach rumbled, reminding me that I hadn't eaten since the flight. I was just about to call and place my order when there was a knock on the door.

Frowning, I wondered who it could be. I wasn't expecting anyone. I walked over and opened the door to find Ben standing there, flashing his trademark cocky grin. He looked as effortlessly charming as ever, leaning casually against the doorframe. This was a different Ben than the Ben I saw the other night.

"Hey, Piper," he said, his tone light and playful. "Mind if I come in?"

Surprised, I stepped aside to let him in. "Sure, come in."

He strolled into the room, glancing around as if he owned the place before turning back to face me. "Almost as nice as mine, you'll have to stop by to see it. " he said with a wink.

I rolled my eyes. "What brings you here, Ben?"

He shrugged, still grinning. "Thought I'd clear the air before tomorrow. You know, make sure we're all good."

I crossed my arms, leaning against the door. "Clear the air?"

Ben sauntered closer, his confidence on full display. "Look, Piper, I didn't mean to leave so abruptly the other night. Got a little too in my head, I guess. But let's not let that mess with tomorrow. It's your big night, after all."

I raised an eyebrow. "And what about your big night?"

He laughed, the sound easy and carefree. "I can handle myself. Besides, the spotlight's all yours. Album of the Year, remember?"

His charm was almost disarming, and I could see he was hiding behind it, as usual. But it was comforting in its own way. "Thanks. I appreciate that."

He glanced at the menu in my hand. "So, what's for dinner? Mind if I join you? We can toast to your inevitable win."

I laughed, the last remnants of tension slipping away. "Sure, why not. Let's order."

As we waited for the food to arrive, Ben leaned back, studying me with that mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, there's a party happening tonight at Andrew Hall's mansion in Beverly Hills. You want to check it out with me?"

Andrew Hall was an actor, I'd never met him, but he was known to be quite the party animal. He came to Nashville often to hit up Broadway's numerous bars and clubs

I hesitated, thinking about my early morning and all the preparations. "I don't know, Ben. I've got a lot to do tomorrow and I need to be up early."

He waved a hand dismissively. "Come on, Piper. It's just a few hours. You'll be back in plenty of time to get your beauty sleep. Besides, it's Andrew Hall—there will be people there you need to meet, and it'll be fun. Promise."

I bit my lip, still unsure. "I really shouldn't..."

He stepped closer, his grin widening. "Live a little, Piper. This is L.A., and who knows when you'll get another chance to party at a movie star's mansion? We'll have a good time, and you can relax a bit before the big day." He was too convincing.

His infectious energy was hard to resist. "Alright, fine. But just for a little while."

Ben's face lit up, triumphant. "That's the spirit! Let's get out of here."

As we headed out, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. Whatever happened, tonight was bound to be an adventure.

The night air was warm as Ben and I arrived at Andrew Hall's mansion in Beverly Hills. The sprawling estate was even more impressive in person, with its grand architecture and perfectly manicured gardens. The driveway was filled with luxury cars, and the buzz of conversation and laughter spilled out from the house.

"Wow," I said, taking it all in. "This place is incredible."

Ben grinned, clearly pleased with my reaction. "Told you it'd be worth it. C'mon." His hand grabbed mine as he pulled me closer.

We walked through the grand entrance, immediately enveloped by the party's vibrant energy. Celebrities and industry bigwigs mingled, their laughter and chatter creating an electric atmosphere. The house was stunning, with high ceilings, modern art, and elegant decor. A live band played in the corner, adding a sophisticated touch to the scene.

As we made our way through the crowd, Ben was in his element, effortlessly charming everyone he met. He introduced me to a few people, his confidence and ease making the interactions flow smoothly.

"Piper, this is Julia, one of the top producers in the business," Ben said, introducing me to a glamorous woman with a sharp smile.

Julia extended her hand, her eyes appraising. "I've heard great things about your album, Piper. Congratulations on the Grammy nomination."

"Thank you," I replied, shaking her hand. "It's an honor to be nominated."

Ben nudged me playfully. "She's being modest. She's going to win."

Julia laughed. "I like your confidence, Ben. Enjoy the party, Piper. It's a big night for you tomorrow."

As Julia moved on, Ben turned to me, his smile genuine. "See? This is the kind of energy you need before the Grammys. Let's get a drink."

We headed to the bar, where Ben ordered us cocktails. I took a sip, savoring the taste. It felt good to let loose a little, to enjoy the moment without the weight of tomorrow pressing down on me.

"You know," Ben said, leaning against the bar, "I'm glad you came out tonight. You deserve to have some fun."

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me that wasn't just from the drink. "Thanks, Ben. I do feel better. This is a nice distraction."

"That's the spirit," he said, raising his glass. "To a great night and an even better tomorrow."

We clinked glasses, and for a moment, all the stress and tension melted away. We spent the next few hours mingling, dancing, and enjoying the party. Ben's charm was in full force, and I couldn't help but be swept up in his energy. He made me laugh, introducing me to fascinating people and making sure I was having a good time.

As the night went on, the alcohol and the lively atmosphere began to take full effect. The initial nervousness I had felt upon arriving at the mansion dissipated, replaced by a sense of carefree joy. Ben and I found ourselves back on the dance floor, moving in sync to the music. The live band had transitioned to an upbeat tune, and the dance floor was crowded with people, all caught up in the rhythm.

Ben twirled me around, his laughter infectious. I laughed too, feeling light and free. He pulled me close, and we moved together effortlessly, lost in the moment. The room around us seemed to blur, and it felt like it was just the two of us, connected by the music and the intoxicating energy of the night.

The song ended, and we paused to catch our breath. Ben's eyes sparkled with excitement, and I could feel my heart pounding from more than just the dancing.

"You're amazing, you know that?" Ben said, his voice sincere despite the playful grin on his face.

I smiled, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "I'm just following your lead."

He shook his head. "Tomorrow, when you're up on that stage, remember this moment. Remember how incredible you are."

Before I could respond, someone called Ben's name. It was a well-dressed man, clearly someone important. Ben excused himself but promised to return quickly.

I found myself alone, but only for a moment. A familiar face appeared in the crowd—Andrew Hall himself. He was as charismatic in person as he was on screen, and he greeted me with a charming smile.

"Piper, right? Ben's told me a lot about you. I may have heard a song or two on the radio as well."

I laughed, trying to hide my nervousness. "Country music fan, huh? It's nice to meet you, Andrew."

He raised an eyebrow. "The pleasure's all mine. Enjoying the party?"

"It's been amazing. Your house is incredible."

He shrugged, a casual gesture that seemed almost rehearsed. "Thank you, it better be after 4 years of building it." He glanced over my shoulder and nodded. "Looks like Ben's back."

Ben reappeared, a fresh drink in his hand and a wide smile on his face. "Miss me?"

I grinned. "Maybe a little."

Andrew patted Ben on the back. "Looks like you're taken care of. You guys have a good night, thanks for coming."

With that, Andrew melted back into the crowd, leaving us alone again. Ben handed me the drink. "One last toast before we call it a night?"

I raised my glass. "To our new song we'll be writing together."

"To us," Ben added, clinking his glass against mine.

We finished our drinks and, true to his word, Ben led me out of the mansion. The night air was cool and refreshing, a stark contrast to the warmth inside.

In the car, Ben glanced at me, his expression soft. "You had a good time?"

I nodded. "More than I expected. Thanks for convincing me to come."

He smiled. "Anytime, Piper. Anytime."

As we drove back, I leaned back in my seat, closing my eyes and replaying the night's events in my mind.

The car cruised through the winding streets of Beverly Hills, my thoughts drifted to Ben. His words echoed in my mind, each compliment and encouragement replaying like a looped soundtrack. I wondered if he really meant them or if they were just the smooth lines of the guy I hear about online. Ben was always so confident, so sure of himself. It was hard to tell sometimes if it was genuine or a mask he was hiding behind.

I glanced at him, his profile illuminated by the passing streetlights. He was relaxed, a contented smile still playing on his lips.

I thought back to the way he had held me on the dance floor, how effortlessly we moved together. There was a sincerity in his eyes that was hard to fake. But then again, Ben was always good at making people feel special. It was one of the things I admired most about him—and also one of the things that left me questioning his intentions.

Part of me wanted to believe him, to take his words at face value and let them bolster my confidence for tomorrow. But another part of me, the cautious part that had been let down before, hesitated. What if it was all just a fleeting sentiment, a byproduct of a fun night and too many drinks?

As we pulled up to my hotel, Ben turned to me, his smile genuine and warm. "Here we are," he said softly. "Get some rest, Piper. Tomorrow's a big day."

I nodded, forcing a smile. "Thanks, Ben. For everything." I got out of the car, his words lingering in the air. As I walked to my room, I couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty. .

Once inside, I kicked off my heels and collapsed onto the plush bed, a sigh of relief escaping my lips. The room was peaceful, a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere of the party. I reached for my phone, intending to set an alarm for the morning, when I saw a new message notification.

It was from Maverick.

From Maverick:
Hey, Piper. Just wanted to wish you good luck tomorrow. I'm looking forward to seeing you and cheering you on. You're going to be amazing.

From Piper:
Thanks, Mav. Your support means everything. Can't wait to see you tomorrow.

I sent the message and set my phone down, feeling a wave of warmth. Maverick had always been a steady presence in my life, and knowing he'd be there tomorrow gave me an extra boost of confidence. His message gave me hope that he was past whatever was bugging him the other day. I still wanted to talk to him about it, but that was for another time.

I got up and changed into my pajamas, washing off the makeup and remnants of the night. The reflection in the mirror looked tired but content. I climbed into bed, the soft sheets a welcome comfort after the long day.