“Suzi, the morning rush is over. Go ahead and set up for us next door. Might as well squeeze in a lesson now while we still have a chance.” I said, delighted to see her smile in response.
It was Sunday morning, and to be honest, there wasn’t much of a rush at all. Suzi was working her first weekend at Percolate, and since I had nothing to do all day, I was downstairs giving them a hand. I had a feeling I wasn’t much help though. The way Luke looked at me a couple of times indicated I was probably just getting in the way.
I handed her the key to unlock the side entrance to Sneaky’s bar next door and ran upstairs to retrieve my cello and the music I wanted to go over with her. Since I’d been rehearsing with Serge every day after main rehearsals we had spent little time together on music le
