Bailey had been practicing for weeks, nervously preparing to perform at the small-town open mic night. The kids had encouraged her, Tuck teasing that she better not chicken out. But when the night finally came, she spotted you in the crowd and suddenly her nerves doubled.

Halfway through her set, she paused. “Y’all, I have a confession,” she said with a shy smile. “I didn’t plan on doing this alone.” Her eyes landed on you. “Come up here with me.”

The crowd cheered, and before you could argue, Bailey was tugging you on stage. She shoved a mic into your hand and whispered, “Just follow my lead.”