My brows lift as the idea of that sparks excitement in my chest. “Live music. I’m listening.”
“Oh, yay. We’re getting somewhere. Amelia, Luke’s wife, is working with Poetic Nightmares on their new album. She’s creating music videos for their first two releases. She mentioned they’re performing their last album in its entirety this weekend and she can get us tickets.”
I stare at her, racking my brain to see if I’ve ever come across the name Poetic Nightmares, but I’ve got nothing. I love music. Only now that we can stream everything, I tend to listen to music I know I’ll like—bands or singers I’m familiar with.
I’m lost in thought when Keeley throws her head back and laughs out loud. “You’ve never heard of them, have you?”
“Nope. I couldn’t name a single song.”
“Okay. Poetic Nightmares is out, but music is in. Progress.”
“I didn’t say that. I said I haven’t heard of them before. That doesn’t mean I won’t like their music.”
“Do you like rock?”
“I do.”
“With an emotional twist.”
“Isn’t all music emotional?” I frown, confused.
“I wouldn’t say that. Surely, you’ve heard the very famous song ‘Who Let The Dogs Out’?” Keeley bounces her eyebrows and I stifle a laugh.
“I’d say that’s highly emotional to someone who lost their dog because someone else left the gate open.”
Keeley snorts before covering her face in her hands. “How about I try a different approach? What music do you like? Actually, don’t answer that. Let me guess.” She stares at me intently, her eyes wide as she twists her lips, drawing my attention to her mouth. I watch her as she thinks, her bright red lipstick bringing back memories that I should not be conjuring.
“Elvis?” she asks, pulling me out of my head.
“Elvis?” I balk. “I have nothing against Elvis or his music, but he’s not exactly my jam.”
“Your jam?”
“Yep. Try again.”
She giggles softly before staring at me some more, this time with her pointer finger trapped between her teeth. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she was doing it on purpose.
“I bet you love “Summer of ’69” by Bryan Adams.”
Dammit. She got me there. “What’s not to love? It’s a good song.”
“I knew it. Is that your era? Do you like the older stuff?”
“I may be old, Keeley.”A lot older than you. “But I’ll have you know I listen to a lot of different eras. Only I’m not familiar with anything that was released after streaming began.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I use music to lift my mood, and it’s easier to choose something I know I’ll like, rather than try to find a diamond in all that newmusicthey’re producing daily.”
“You’re right. You’re old. That’s such an old man thing to say. You’re practically saying ‘in my day.’”
“Guilty.” I roll my eyes and Keeley once again hits me with her infectious laughter. “Music was just better back in my day. In fact, I bet I can play five songs from the different eras I enjoy, and you’ll not only know them, but love them. Maybe even get a little emotional.”
Keeley raises a single manicured eyebrow, her lips quirking in intrigue. “I’m up for that. Where’s your phone?”
“Uh-uh. You said we had to have an outing, right? Let’s make this an outing.”
“Oh-kay.”
