Welcome To Nashville Novels & Stories

By evening, I arrived at Nash's mansion. The front yard had been decorated in a way that was over-the-top and flashy. Flowers and balloons were everywhere. Hanging right over the entrance was a bold banner: "Welcome Home, Mom!" Behind it stood a gold-and-white balloon backdrop, with strings of lights twinkling nonstop, making the whole place look loud and extravagant. Under the banner, almost all the relatives and friends had gathered. They held champagne and cocktails, chatting, and clinking glasses. The atmosphere was lively, but it felt forced, like everyone was trying a little too hard.

I don’t think I could be as supportive. Nashville is about an hour drive, thankfully Josh is driving so I can relax. “Are you ready?” Josh asks me as I sit there looking out the window. “I am. I’m actually kind of excited. Are you excited?” I asked Josh. “I’ve actually never been to a New Year’s Eve live event before. I’ve wanted to go to the New York City one but never got the chance.” He says.

Chase said, resting his hands on his guitar. “I thought it was today.” Shawna pulled her phone out of her pocket. “Hmmm.” While she searched for whatever it was she was talking about, Bree asked, “What’s Nashville Nights?” “It’s this local modeling show that country bands play for,” Griffin explained. “It’s sort of like that Christmas special that big women’s lingerie company does on TV every year, only not quite as big.” “It’s being televised on the Nashville Network this year, though,” Chase added. “It would be great publicity.”