The show goes even better than the last one did. Some of the crowd members remember us, I think—and remember me as the girl who’s banging the billionaire. Naturally, the fact that I’ve written six new songs about Kieran provides them with suitable entertainment.
My conscience gets the better of me when it’s time to play Mean. Enticing as the thought is of calling out Lexi for being the one I’m singing about, it feels like stooping to her level and disregarding the point of the song. So instead, as I introduce the song, I give a smug, simple “You know who you are” and leave it at that.
The final song of the night is Billionaire, which proved itself as a smash hit the last time we played. I try to catch Kieran’s eye in the crowd as I sing, but with the blinding lights of the stage and the
