CHAPTER 2: THE SAME OLD SONGLAST NIGHT’S CONCERT SEEMED LIKE a dream as I tackled the stack of charts on my desk the next day. It was pretty busy considering that Christmas was a couple of days away. I figured that I’d have to work anyway, and even considered volunteering to work. I didn’t have anywhere to go or anyone in particular to see. I could go home to see my dad, but I already knew that we’d probably have about five minutes of civility before he started his same old mess.
I blew out a breath as my office door opened. Amber stuck her head in. “Hey you,” she said coming inside.
“Hey yourself. I guess Mickey made his plane this morning?”
She grinned. “Yep. He’s off to do like two more shows. Then he said he’ll come back for Christmas. Then he’s got to go again the day after. Someti
