“We’ll see.” He pulled me close, kissed me softly. “Right now, I just want to focus on the fact that you’re here.”
Someone knocked on the door. A guy wearing a suit that was too nice for the small venue poked his head in.
“Cole Stone?”
“That’s me.”
“David Randall. I’m with Horizon Records.” He extended his hand. “Heard great things about your band. Wanted to catch tonight’s show, talk about some opportunities.”
Cole’s face went blank with shock. “Horizon Records?”
“The one and only. Got a minute?”
“Yes. Absolutely.”
David stepped into the room, his gaze sweeping over everyone. “This the whole band?”
“Decker’s my brother, plays drums. Faith handles backup vocals and guitar.” Cole’s hand found mine. “Autumn and Brynn are friends.”
“Nice to meet you all.” David’s attention returned to Cole. “Mind if we chat? Just want to get a sense of your vision before the show.”
“Sure. Yeah. Let me just…” Cole looked at me, torn.
“Go.” I squeezed his hand. “This is important.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
He kissed my forehead, then followed David out of the room.
Silence descended for all of three seconds.
“Holy shit.” Decker sat down. “Horizon Records.”
“That’s huge, right?” Brynn looked between Faith and Decker. “I mean, I don’t know the music industry, but that sounds huge.”
“It’s massive.” Faith’s smile was genuine, excited. “If they’re serious, this could change everything.”
“Are you ready for that?” I asked. “The changes?”
Faith looked at me, surprised by the question. “Hell yeah, I am. I’ve been wanting the chance to really make it for years, and if it happens with this band?” She glanced at Decker, at Cole’s bass case. “That’d be pretty perfect.”
She stood, grabbed her bag. “I’m going to do warmups. Brynn, want to come? I could use the company.”
Brynn’s eyes widened. “Really?”
“Really. Plus, I want to hear more about this piano background. Maybe we can work up a duet or something.”
They left together, already chatting about music theory in a way that made my head hurt.
Decker watched them go, his expression thoughtful. “She’s something.”
“Brynn?” I asked.
“Yeah.” He adjusted a string. “Smart. Funny. Doesn’t take my shit.”
“That’s Brynn.”
