“It’s fine. What do you play, Hovis?”
“Most stringed instruments. Tonight I brought a mandolin.” He lifted it up so I could see it.
“Nice.” I turned to Landry. “So how do you want to do this?”
“I have some suggestions, but I’m sure you do, too. How about we decide on the music, then go from there?”
“Okay.”
Landry and I spent the next fifteen minutes deciding on pieces, with an occasional comment from Hovis. At least no one was pushy or had an agenda. It made a nice change for what I’d been used to with my old band.
Once we’d finalized our list, the three of us got to work on the music. It was a blast. At the end of two hours, Hovis said he had to go, since his drive home was at least forty-five minutes. After that, Landry and I played around for another hour or so, then called it qui
