QUINN
I continually had to stop myself from humming the song stuck in my head. I had listened to the song Michael sent more times than I wanted to admit since he sent it on Christmas. I was blown away at how good he sounded in the recording. Every time I listened to it, it made my heart beat a little faster. Some selfish part of me hoped it wouldn’t be the only time I heard him play guitar and sing.
“Isn’t it against the rules for school stuff to go on during the winter break?” Jaxx complained next to me.
“They give us two and half weeks off. Plus, I’m not going to practice, just a tournament,” I told him.
“One so far away you have to stay overnight,” he pointed out. I sat in the passenger seat of his truck on the way to my school. After the fiasco of the last tournament, Mr. Ganbar
