Selling Out — Martha Keyes

AUSTIN
After years of working my tail off in the music industry, I've finally made it: headlining my own tour across Europe. Sure, it'd be great to sing my own songs instead of the stuff my label gives me, but success requires compromise.

It also requires a stellar tour team, which is why I know I have to have Mia Bennett as one of my backup vocalists when I hear her sing. With thousands of women screaming my name on stage every night, it shouldn't bother me that she doesn't seem to think much of me. I don't have time for real relationships anyway.

MIA
Austin Sheppard is the exact type of man and “musician” I roll my eyes at. But since my own following on social media is stagnant enough that it's bound to start attracting mosquitoes soon, I figure this may be the only opportunity I have to get paid to sing -- and to see Europe, for that matter. For an opportunity like that? I can keep my opinions to myself.

Life on tour with Austin gives me a front-row seat to everything I wish I could have as a musician. It also puts me constantly and perilously close to the man I've pegged as a womanizer and a sell-out. So close, in fact, that I'm starting to worry the next sell-out will be my heart.