~~~Lincoln~~~

“Nooo, Mom. Please, I don’t want to go on any more blind dates,” I whined dramatically as I trudged down the stairs, dragging my feet like a teenager.

Ever since I returned from the Netherlands, mom had been hell-bent on finding me a wife. She arranged blind date after blind date, and I was exhausted. Every single girl was the same — blushing furiously, giggling at everything I said, and only interested in two things: my fame as a rockstar and the size of my bank account. None of them saw me. They didn’t care about my music, my dreams, or the kind of love I actually wanted.

I...