WaylonI’m a music manager. I’ve taken the smallest artists and made them soar into superstardom. I’m good at what I do, and I never fail. Except with him. I let him down, and that doesn’t sit right with me. No. I’ll track Justin St. James down and find a way to make him happy and settled. No matter what it takes. Justin I’m so tired of being Justin St. James. Of people invading my space and acting like they own me. Like I owe them for my fame. It’s all about the music for me. I love it. But the fame . . . I could do without. So I see my chance, and I take it. Only maybe I didn’t realize just how much Waylon, my manager, did for me. How inexperienced and naive I am. He thinks I can have it all—that he can find a way for me to be happy. But I’m not so certain that can happen. I want the music, but I still crave that beautiful veil of privacy. Is it even possible to have it all?