"She's amazing on stage, isn't she?"
Garrett smiled, not turning away from where he watched Hannah to answer his mom. "She is. I wish we could be the way she is on stage. Her crowd isn't as angry as ours, if that makes sense. I know that has to do with the kind of music that we do, but it would be nice every once in a while if it wasn't so hardcore."
"I can see where you're coming from, but that is who you are. You're passionate and you aren't soft. Your voice is strong and your sound is loud and aggressive. It really wouldn't be you," Marie told him.
"You're so damn smart." Garrett put his arm around her shoulder and hugged her to him. "You wanna take a picture, Momma?"
"I would love to," she beamed at him.
He pulled his phone from his pocket and stuck his arm out, turning them aro
