19
WESTON
“You ready for this?” Campbell asked at my side.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
He clapped a hand on my back. “It’s just another show.”
I nodded as he wandered back to his wife. Blaire snuggled into his side as we waited for our chance to get onto The Tonight Show stage. Nerves bit into me. It was just another show. And that might have been true for the rest of the band. They’d played The Tonight Show. They’d played hella bigger shows than this.
But me? No way. No f*****g way.
I’d never played anything like this. And I felt grossly out of my league.
Even though we’d had a rehearsal on the stage earlier that morning. Everything had felt surreal then, but it had been easier. No expectations. Just playing “Rooftop Nights,” like I had with the band a hundred times before this. Now,
