“There she is!” The voices came just before a small herd of stampeding paparazzi converged on her and her friends. “Shit, let’s go,” Mia commanded, ushering Kylie towards the entrance of The Evening Muse, a bar in Charlotte where they were performing and hosting open mic night. Kylie gaped at the crowd gathering around her. She knew things would change after Trace kissed her in front of the world at the festival in Nashville. But she didn’t expect it to be like this. A few photographers had begun accosting her before and after shows in the last few weeks. But this was the most she’d seen all together in a crazed, aggressive mob like this. Thankfully Mia and Lily flanked her, shoving her forward and forcing her feet to move. Someone whistled loudly. It pierced the air and she winced as she tried to make her way through the crowd. The questions began pelting her like bullets. “Kylie, do you know that Trace Corbin and Gretchen Gibson are in there?
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