Chapter 7
AJ’s stomach rumbled as he slid onto his piano bench his first night at DeLuca’s. Working in a restaurant designed to fit into Little Italy in New York City was vastly different to playing in a bar. The scent of garlic and oregano peppered the air, with a red wine chaser. He had to remember to eat before their shows from now on. The intoxicating smells of all the food were going to distract him, even though the feeling that he was going to throw up had only grown worse as their opening cues got closer.
It was going to be fine. They’d done this a hundred, no, a thousand times. They’d rehearsed ad infinitum for the past four days. There was no reason to be nervous, just because the pianos were a little more grandiose than he was used to, the restaurant was packed, and he could he
