“You’re on fire, man!” My friend Jared—Joey’s husband—said as we ended our practice session at his house.
“Thanks,” I said, gathering up my belongings and stashing everything by his front door.
“New guy, huh?” Jared asked, a small smile on his face.
“Maybe.” I didn’t want to say too much about what Tim and I had going on. Maybe I felt it would be jinxed somehow, though I knew it was kind of silly to think like that.
“Well, whatever it is, this is the best you’ve ever played and sung, and that’s saying something, since you’re pretty damn good already. Keep it up.”
“Thanks, dude. Later.” I waved as I left.
Mom and I had a dinner date at her favorite Italian restaurant on Goynes Avenue. It took me half an hour to drop my stuff off at my place, change, and meet her at the apartment compl
