Keys to His Heart
The applause was deafening. I bowed, along with the rest of band, acknowledging the accolades after our third encore. Joey Seever, lead guitarist for Hail The Dead Marys, tossed guitar picks into the audience.
I loved performing, and our band kicked some serious butt. We were all dedicated musicians, extremely talented, and great at what we did.
I worked alongside the other band members to clear the stage and carried my equipment out to the trunk of my car when we were done.
“See you at practice next Monday night, Grady,” Joey called as he walked by, his husband Jared hugged close to his side.
A little jealousy at their happiness sparked in my heart, but I tamped it down. It wasn’t their fault that I had no one in my life right now. It would happen when the time was
