The next morning Dane wakes with an anxious feeling curled in the pit of his stomach, like a kid on the day before Christmas who knows Santa’s coming and can hardly wait. Not only did Blake remember him, but he invited Dane to his place downtown, and Dane has never done anything like this before—he’s dreamed of it, two musicians strumming tunes late into the night, their guitars in harmony, their voices raised in song, but he never thought it’d really happen. He never thought he’d be trotting over to Randy Blake’s townhouse just to rock out with the guy. Dane idolizes the man and can’t think about tonight too much or he’ll scare himself into not going. What did Krish say? I believe in you. He can’t back down now.
By the time he gets off work, he’s got the rest of his life planned out. The
