One minute I was that uncool kid who hated piano lessons. The next, a high school dropout, playing in a start-up band. A year later, that band, ‘Screaming Shadows’ was one of the biggest in the world. Life was phenomenal apart from my one regret. That I never had the guts to tell my best friend, Blaire Hutton my true feelings about her. As we grew up, I believed Blaire was my soulmate, but as she was every teenage guy’s wet dream, I stayed her nerdy school friend. That was until the night before I headed out on my first big tour when I’d kissed her goodbye and she’d jokingly made a pact, that if we were both still single by thirty, she’d give up and marry me instead. For a decade I’d held on to that pact, and with each year that passed I became convinced she would wait for me. But I’ve just heard at twenty-nine she was getting hitched… and it wasn’t to me. My dilemma is, do I want her? Would she want me?? Should I go home and try to claim what I’ve grown to believe is mine, or am I delusional to think we should ever be together in the first place?