Rod Stewart rested his hand on the tailgate of a pickup loaded with relief supplies, his eyes meeting Alan Jackson’s across the bed. “Texas is hurting bad,” Rod Stewart said softly. “Homes destroyed, families torn apart. We can’t just stand by.” Bruce nodded, lifting a box of food. “Kerrville’s still underwater. We’ll hand out supplies… and maybe sing a few songs to lift their spirits.” Rod Stewart smiled slightly. “You bring your guitar?” Alan Jackson pointed to the case by the cab. “Always.” Rod Stewart climbed into the truck, tossing his jacket over his shoulder. “Alright then. Let’s go show them… they’re not alone.” The engine roared to life as two music legends rolled toward Kerrville — not just to deliver aid, but to bring a little hope to those who had lost everything.