After P.K. and Carey left I found myself breaking down in tears. I sat on the edge of my bed and thought of everything that happened over the last year. Thinking of Daniel always brought me back to the good days when I thought we were completely in love. But my favorite parts were the love-hate relationships Carey and I had. The downfall was when Carey left, Daniel left, and my Dad left.

I heard someone open my door. I imediately wiped the tears away. "Rydell, are you okay?" I heard my big brother Jesse say, cautiously.

I looked up at him. My eyes were red, but I was pretty sure the lighting didn't give it away too much. "I'll be alright, Jess. I'm always alright." I gave a forceful smile to my brother who came to sit next to me.

"Jesse, have you ever wondered why the things that happen to you do?" I asked, quietly. I stared at my hands and fiddled with them. I felt my brother pull me into his chest.

"Rydell, I do all the time. You just have to hope for the best. You don't need to remember your past. It'll always be there, but that doesn't mean you have to think about it all the time. You're a country star and you should focus on that now," He comforted.

A small smile crept onto my face slowly. "Thank you Jesse."

It was right then I realized that I missed Carey and he was what I needed in my life.

* * *

December 29th, 2012.

I walked into the local convenience store. I knew the store owner and he never closed the store. The old guy was dedicated to this business. It was nothing out of the ordinary until I seen P.K. standing there looking at the different types of drinks. I smiled as I walked up to say hello.

"Hey," I said causing him to look at me.

"Oh Rydell, how've you been?" He asked.

"I'm holding up, how about you?"

"I'm doing good. I love this small town, and the city of Kelowna can throw a good party." I chuckled at him.

"Are you guys going out on New Years?" I asked, as New Years was coming around.

"We were going to head back to Montreal early to party a bit, so we're going to be heading down to Old Port in Montreal. It's supposed to be really good. Do you have any plans?" He pulled out a Diet Pepsi from the fridge.

"No, I'm doing an interview in Toronto on the second. I don't want to be all hungover and feel really shit."

"Oh right, you're a popstar!" He exclaimed.

"Country star," I corrected with a laugh.

"Right, right..."

Then an idea ran through my mind. "P.K, would you do me a favor if I asked for one?"

His eyes narrowed at me, wearily. "It depends..."

* * *

I wrote down all of the lyrics. I smiled as I thought of his positive reactions. But I couldn't help thinking if everything was to all go down hill. What if he didn't feel the same way about me anymore? Or never did? I couldn't bear to be let down again.

I was thankful for Old Porte for allowing me to do this, especially on such short notice. I also had to be thankful for J.T. who was able to set this all up, along with P.K.

I picked up my guitar as I tried out the new lyrics I wrote down.

* * *

"So, he'll be there for sure?" I asked P.K. through the cellphone.

"Yeah, don't worry. I have it all covered. You're agent did say he needed it to recorded. It would be really good publicity," He explained.

I sighed a little. "Same old businessman J.T."

"Yeah, now go! You'll be late."

"Bye."

Notes

A/N: Do you like Biznasty, Nazem Kadri, Erik Karlsson, Evgeni Malkin or Mike Richards? Well... just your luck I have fan fictions on all of those guys! Just check em out on my page or what ever.