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Let the Music Say I Do

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"Summer is the start of the busy season for Neptune's Pool Service, owned by Pete Crawford. A new client, Corey Brennerman, captures Pete’s interest, if only because he seems attached to his cell phone 24/7. Corey is a serious workaholic. Pete remembers when he used to be like that, and he wishes he could do something about it.

Pete comes to Corey’s aid in a grocery store parking lot one evening and helps him catch the punk who tries to steal his cell phone. As a result, their relationship moves from that of client/hired help to cautious friends. When a Fourth of July party leads to a tryst, Pete is running scared because he thinks Corey is too stressed and vulnerable to handle anything serious right now. But Corey confronts him, and they work things out -- in the pool, naturally.

A death in the family brings them even closer together. Can Corey make some positive changes in his life? Could the relationship they’ve begun to build become something that might last forever?"

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Chapter 1
Let The Music Say I Do By J.D. Walker It was a beautiful fall day in early October. The sun shone brightly through the windows as I worked that Friday afternoon on a piece of music. One of my voice students was having difficulty with a song that he usually performed to perfection. “Let’s try it again, Tristan.” I played the intro to Aerosmith’s “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing” once more. He took a deep breath and sang the opening line of the first verse. He was very good, normally. Tristan Morris had a clear, strong tenor and a great falsetto. But his attempts to emulate Steven Tyler were far below par today. After a minute of listening to his half-hearted performance, I stopped playing the keyboard. “Okay, okay, enough.” I swiveled on my stool and studied him. Tristan had a troubled look on his face that made me sigh internally. Some days, I felt more like a life therapist to my students than a music instructor. “Have a seat, hon, and tell me what’s wrong.” He ran a hand through his hair and sank down on one of the chairs next to a music stand. “I feel like this is a big mistake,” he said. “It’s the most important day of my life. What if I mess up and Blaine hates it?” Here we go again with the pre-wedding jitters. “You won’t mess up, Tristan. Your wedding is on Sunday and it will be amazing. No matter how you sound—which will be fabulous, once you get your head out of your ass—your husband-to-be will be absolutely delighted. I would be, if I were he.” And I meant that. I would give my right hand—well, maybe just the nail of the pinky finger—to find the kind of love Tristan had with the man of his dreams. I’d been in and out of enough relationships to despair of ever finding the one. It was hard to describe the man I wanted to marry, but in a vague way, I pictured him as a musician of sorts, with a flamboyant air, over-confident demeanor, and a good heart. After years of disappointment, with my last boyfriend being a spectacular f**k-up, I’d pretty much given up and decided that music would be my life partner. Tristan chuckled and relaxed a little. “It is his favorite song.” He nibbled on a cuticle. “Exactly! That’s why this is a win-win situation. No matter what happens—and nothing will—he’ll absolutely love it, especially since you’re the one singing it. It will be perfect, you’ll see.” “You really think so, Jared?” Tristan looked at me, reluctantly hopeful. “I know so. I’ll be there to accompany you and cheer you on.” Tristan had hired me to do the music for his wedding, too. I supplemented my income on weekends and holidays doing events. “Now, let’s do this right, like I know you can. Pretend I’m Blaine, and this is your wedding day.” I turned back to the keys and replayed the introduction to the song. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tristan stand and move to my left as I reached the beginning of the first verse. This time when he sang, his confidence was evident, and his voice soared, sending chills down my spine. Now, that’s more like it. Blaine was a very lucky man.

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