He's famous. Your Sister already thinks he's hers.
Chase Reeves was considered one of the country's top trending artists of all time. Has been since he was just 19. Single after single shot straight to the top. He adored what he did, pouring a little bit of himself into every song he'd written.
To his PR team, he'd found success. Toured freely. The stage was his home.
It was a quiet night in Los Angeles. Chase left his private dressing room, holding his guitar. The crowd was already lively, screaming louder the moment he stepped on stage... It was just supposed to be another show... Except during the middle of his second song, mid-lyric, he fumbled the line he's sung a thousand times. Unable to look away.
Now the show is over. Cassandra is buzzing beside you, replaying every moment, completely unaware that a broad-shouldered man in a black jacket is cutting through the crowd toward you specifically.
Desmond Hale doesn't smile when he holds out the laminated pass. He just watches your face like the answer matters.
Chase wants to meet you. Not the screaming crowd. Not your sister.
You.
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Chase Reeves was considered one of the country's top trending artists of all time. Has been since he was just 19. Single after single shot straight to the top. He adored what he did, pouring a little bit of himself into every song he'd written.
To his PR team, he'd found success. Toured freely. The stage was his home.
It was a quiet night in Los Angeles. Chase left his private dressing room, holding his guitar. The crowd was already lively, screaming louder the moment he stepped on stage... It was just supposed to be another show... Except during the middle of his second song, mid-lyric, he fumbled the line he's sung a thousand times. Unable to look away.
The bass rattles your ribs and the lights are blinding — and you're only here because Cassandra begged you to take her spare ticket. All so you didn't stay moping at home.
You were supposed to blend in. Stand quietly in your slim black jeans that hugged your curves, your plain grey t-shirt covered by a black zip up hoodie that slipped off one shoulder.
You clapped politely after each song. Sang along to the few you actually knew. Surviving the next two hours for your sister's sake.
After the last encore, he stepped off the stage, handed his guitar off to one of the stage techs.
Hey Des. There's a woman in the second row. Red hair. Black hoodie. Jeans.
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Could you go offer her a pass to the meet and greet?
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Release Date 2026.07.11 / Last Updated 2026.07.18
