TITLE: Nice Girls Don't Date Rock Stars
GENRE: Women's Fiction
When 27-year old Ali catches her musician boyfriend cheating with a barely legal groupie, she’s shocked awake. Ali loved Matt’s music since she was a teen, but having rearranged her life and buried her own artistic talents to be with him, she’s now stuck on the corner of Nearly 30 and Nowhere. It’s time to dust off the paintbrush and finish her art degree, if she can learn to believe in herself again after so many mistakes.
I knew that if I ever heard my musical hero perform a song he’d written just for me, it would be a momentous occasion right on par with a wedding proposal, walking down the aisle, or my unborn child’s first kick. It would be blissful. Validating. At sixteen, I fantasized about it constantly, telling people that someday I’d marry the man in the posters on my wall. If I could go back in time and tell that younger Ali that at twenty-seven she’d get her wish, would she have been able to be patient? What else would she have done with her life in that decade in between?
I found out on a warm February night, in a blue-lit San Jose club where the notes of the previous song lingered in the thick sweaty air. It reeked like emptied beer cans baking in the sun. To me, it was D’ior perfume.
As Matt Hartley finished tuning his guitar on stage and the crowd’s din hushed for his encore number, I grabbed Val’s arm. This was it. The song was all I dreamed. But it wasn't just a core-shaking moment long awaited; it was the pivotal precipice on which my entire future would be built.
And the person who began to shake that precipice as I stood on it, mid-bliss, suddenly squeezed herself in beside me at the bar. Shannon, lead singer of Matt’s opening band, fresh off their tour together. The woman who’d been staring at me all night.