Chapter 15
AS THEY PULLED into the parking lot, Noah began to have a small attack of the jitters. He grabbed Tom’s hand and held it tightly.
“Babe,” Tom said, “I need both hands to park this thing without scratching it.”
Noah let go of Tom’s hand, but as soon as they were parked and outside the car, he said, “Hug me now, before we’re around anyone else.”
“I can do that,” Tom said.
Noah felt Tom’s strong arms around him, and all was well again.
“What’s the matter, nerves?”
“For a minute, but you just hugged them away.”
“Always glad to serve. Got your music?”
“You bet.”
“Then let’s go wow them. Remember, this is no different than our performance last year, except the orchestra is twice the size of the one we had.”
“You left out the fact that the chorus is three or four times as la
