Epilogue
Six Months Later
“That’s a wrap!” Campbell called to everyone backstage.
The Wright Vineyard workers cheered at the end of the longest night since harvest. Julian shook hands with the band, rubbing elbows with the record representatives who had come to see the kickoff to Cosmere’s world tour. The fact that it was in the middle of nowhere in Lubbock, Texas hadn’t been their first choice, but it sure as hell helped the vineyard.
Campbell pushed through his admirers to find me and threw his sweaty arms around me. I laughed and hugged him back.
“Congratulations! I cannot believe that you’re about to go out on tour and I won’t see you for months.”
Campbell grinned. “We’ll miss you, Gibson. But I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh?”
He dropped a CD case into my hand. “Signed by
