Edri Ekmekçiu

Some hearts never stop singing the same song.
Audrey doesn’t believe in fairytales—especially not the kind where a long-lost pen pal grows up to become a rockstar... and forgets her.

Years later, she’s grounded, thriving in a promising career, and guarding a heart that’s learned not to hope. But when fate throws Drew—now a global sensation and the ghost of her teenage years—back into her life as her new neighbor, everything she thought she'd buried begins to rise.

He’s still magnetic. Still infuriating.
Still the boy who used to call her after every show.

And he remembers everything.

What begins as a cautious reconnection spirals into a slow-burning storm of music, memories, and feelings they never quite had the courage to explore. But Drew’s past is darker than she imagined, and Audrey’s walls are higher than ever.

Can a rockstar with a broken rhythm and a girl who learned to dance alone find harmony again?

Or is it all just… make believe?

This book comes with original songs for a dual experience. Drew has a voice, so hear him sing. 
Every song mentioned in the book is now live on Spotify, Apple music and every streaming platform.
Go listen to The Disciples - The Ghost of Yesterday 

Warnings
-The story has mature contents, language, addiction.

Make-believe with my Rockstar

Standing beside the massive black tour bus, Ian’s small hand wrapped in mine, I watched his hazel eyes sparkle like stars. He bounced on his toes, fingers pressed to the cold metal like it was a spaceship ready to launch. 


“What’s so funny, baby?” I asked, smiling even though my chest felt like it was caving in. 


He grinned up at me. “I’m going in one of these one day too, Mommy. Look how beautiful it is.” 


I laughed softly, the innocence in his voice swelling my heart until it ached. “So, you wanna be a rockstar too, huh?” I nudged him, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. 


“I will be. And you’ll be my… mantiger.” 


I snorted. “Manager,” I corrected through a grin. 


Before I could tease him more, a familiar voice cut through the moment like a spark. 


We both turned. Drew leaned casually on his suitcase, every inch the rockstar—black leather jacket, wild hair, sunglasses hiding those electric eyes. He belonged here. This was his world. 


Chapter 44