Sing
America’s most famous pop star flees the spotlight to recover from her latest break-up in Maine – only to fall for a local boy and be faced with an impossible choice at the end of the summer: her new guy, or her music.Multiplatinum pop icon Lily Ross’s biggest hits and biggest heartbreaks (because they are one and the same):1. AGONY. (That feeling when her ex ripped her heart out of her chest and she never saw it coming.)2. GHOSTS. (Because even famous people are ghosted by guys sometimes. And it sucks just as much.)3. ONCE BITTEN. (As in: twice shy. Also, she’s never dating an actor or a musician ever again.)But this summer’s going to be different. After getting her heart shattered, Lily is taking herself out of the spotlight and heading to a small island in middle-of-nowhere Maine with her closest friends. She has three months to focus on herself, her music, her new album. Anything but guys.That is… until Lily meets sweet, down-to-earth local Noel Bradley, who is so different from anyone she’s ever dated. Suddenly, Lily’s “summer of me” takes an unexpected turn, and she finds herself falling deeper and harder than ever before. But Noel isn’t interested in the limelight. She loves Noel-but she loves her fans, too. And come August, she may be forced to choose.
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First published in the USA by HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. in 2016.
First published in Great Britain in paperback in 2016 by HarperCollins Children’s Books, a division of HarperCollins Publishers Ltd,
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Source ISBN: 9780008173920
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Version: 2016-04-14
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Contents
Chapter 1: 92 Days Until the Lily Ross Forever World Tour: June 12th
Chapter 2: 92 Days Until Tour: June 12th
Chapter 3: 91 Days Until Tour: June 13th
Chapter 4: 90 Days Until Tour: June 14th
Chapter 5: 87 Days Until Tour: June 17th
Chapter 6: 86 Days Until Tour: June 18th
Chapter 7: 84 Days Until Tour: June 20th
Chapter 8: 84 Days Until Tour: June 20th
Chapter 9: 81 Days Until Tour: June 23rd
Chapter 10: 80 Days Until Tour: June 24th
Chapter 11: 77 Days Until Tour: June 27th
Chapter 12: 76 Days Until Tour: June 28th
Chapter 13: 70 Days Until Tour: July 4th
Chapter 14: 67 Days Until Tour: July 7th
Chapter 15: 65 Days Until Tour: July 9th
Chapter 16: 59 Days Until Tour: July 15th
Chapter 17: 58 Days Until Tour: July 16th
Chapter 18: 52 Days Until Tour: July 22nd
Chapter 19: 51 Days Until Tour: July 23rd
Chapter 20: 48 Days Until Tour: July 26th
Chapter 21: 48 Days Until Tour: July 26th
Chapter 22: 47 Days Until Tour: July 27th
Chapter 23: 46 Days Until Tour: July 28th
Chapter 24: 46 Days Until Tour: July 28th
Chapter 25: 36 Days Until Tour: August 7th
Chapter 26: 35 Days Until Tour: August 8th
Chapter 27: 33 Days Until Tour: August 10th
Chapter 28: 30 Days Until Tour: August 13th
THE NIGHT I get my heart broken for the last time, it’s over a bowl of soup.
The restaurant, some hip Nolita spot Jed has chosen—I would’ve been happy with takeout—is packed and the waitress tucks us into a cozy corner beneath a giant poster of Audrey Hepburn on the back of a scooter whizzing past the Colosseum. Jed is uncharacteristically quiet, but he’s leaving in the morning for three weeks of sold-out shows, so I chalk it up to stress.
Until he orders the soup.
Not soup as a starter, not soup-and-something-else, not a hearty soup, even, like bouillabaisse or bisque. Just a mug-size bowl of minestrone that, when it arrives, turns out to be tomato juice garnished with a few confused carrots.
Thisis Jed Monroe we’re talking about. The same Jed Monroe who eats an entire stack of pancakes when I make them for breakfast every time he’s in town. The same Jed Monroe who has “two dozen Krispy Kreme doughnuts (or similar)” on his tour rider and who polishes off an entire bag of mint Milano cookies in one sitting. The first time we were photographed together, the caption read something like “Beauty and the BFG.” Everything about Jed is oversize, most of all his appetite, so the soup is definitely alarming. Which is why I spend the rest of the meal trying to decide if he isn’t eating because he’s anxious, or because he wants to fast-forward his way through dinner.
When we leave, I can feel the strained, nervous energy in his grip as he grabs for my hand, gamely smiling for fans between iPhone flashes outside the restaurant, and for the duration of the relentlessly quiet car ride home.
“I think we should talk,” Jed says as we ease into a spot across the street from my building. As if on cue, the privacy window slides slowly up. The driver’s blue eyes look disappointed in the rearview mirror before vanishing behind the clouded glass.
“Talk?” I try to keep the hurt out of my voice. I want to remind him that I’ve been talking all night. He was the one sulking into his soup. But I don’t. I take a breath, and I smile. “Sure,” I say. “Let’s talk.”
Jed stares at his reflection in the window, his perfectly pouty lips twisting to one side. I remember the night we met a year ago, at a party at my manager’s Brooklyn loft. Terry swore he wasn’t trying to set us up, but to this day I have no idea why Jed was there.
