Miranda's pov
My dad just kicked me out of the house because I wanted to follow my dream of becoming a singer. He's not helping me at all. I walk down by the river, swinging my feet just above the water as I sit on the dock where dad and I would go fishing all the time. I cried for a little bit but mostly I was mad. I put my headphones in and listened to my favorite singer, my idol, the reason I want to move to Nashville so I can be as awesome as him. I'm singing along to his song Night Train while kicking my feet back and forth just barely skimming the water's dark blue surface.
Jason's pov
I just finished up this show in Oxford and I'm exhausted. I just want to do something I like. I grab my fishing pole and tackle box and head to the lake for some much needed relaxation. I don't know why but I don't catch nothing more than a guppy. "damn, I guess Oxford doesn't have very good fishin' spots." I mumble. Then I hear singing. I stand up, searching the area to find where the singing is coming from. I see a woman sitting on the dock on the other side of the lake, her back to me. I am tempted to walk over but I just sit back down and listen while still fishing.
Miranda's pov
I'm about to leave when I notice another truck. Hm who's truck is that? I didn't notice anyone else here. Then again I was so far in the zone, I wouldn't have noticed. I see someone fishing at the dock. He's obviously not from around here. This isn't a fishing pond. I walk over and hold back a scream when I see who it is.
Jason's pov
She's stopped singing. Who knows where she went. "Ya ain't gonna catch anything here." someone says behind me. It's the girl. "hey, I heard ya singin'." I say, smiling. She blushes. "oh man, ya heard that!" she gasps. I nod. She sits down beside me. "this isn't a fishing pond." she says. "yeah I'm not catchin' anything anyway." I mutter, setting my rod down. "I'm just gonna say I absolutely love your music! It's the best." she says. I smile. "did ya make it to the show?" I ask. "I'd have loved to if I had the money for a ticket. My dad just kicked me out of the house with nothin' but the clothes on my back and my ipod." she says, surprising me. "oh well that sucks. Why'd he kick ya out?" I ask. She sighs. "I wanted to pursue my music dream and he wasn't happy with it." she says, "hey do ya think you can let me hitch a ride to music city so I can get started?" I stare out at the water. I don't want to say no but I can't say yes. "I don't know if I'm allowed to do that." I say. "oh please! Ya won't know I'm there. I just need the ride!" she begs. I think I can slip up just once on the rules. "ok, sure. I've got a few other shows to do before I'm heading back to Nashville so it'll be a few days." I say. She smiles. "thanks so much." she says. "oh I forgot, you're name is?" I ask. "oh Miranda. And I already know who you are." she says, then laughs a little. We walk to my truck and head back to the hotel I was staying in. "Ya ever been to Nashville?" I ask. "once. My grandma took me. It was when you went to Europe for your world tour. I saw Craig Campbell and Dustin Lynch perform at the opry." she says.
*the next night*
I finish my set and walk backstage where my new biggest fan waits for me. "you were amazing out there. I've never seen such an awesome show." she cries, excited. "thanks. I bet this has been your first concert." I say, putting my guitar in it's case. "you are correct, my friend." she says. "we'll be on our way to Nashville tonight. Excited yet?" I joke, smirking. "oh Jason, ever since I saw you on that dock, I've been excited. It's my dream come true." she gasps with a content sigh. She sits down looking tired. "you'll have plenty of time to sleep on the drive home." I say, pulling her to her feet. She climbs up in my Chevy and I drive us back to Nashville. She sleeps almost all the way. I pull up at my house. "home sweet home." I say before waking her up. "where ya gonna go?" I ask. "to the bars I guess and hope someone wants me." she says. "I knew that. I did it for almost 5 years before I got a deal. What are you going to do when you aren't playing in the bars?" I ask. She shrugs. "I'll think of something." she says, "I always have." she starts walking towards town. I want to call out to her but I just don't and she's gone. "well, I'll keep an eye out for ya." I mumble, walking inside but I can't get my mind off that mysterious woman.
