“Aunt Catherine” gave me a warning look, and I ducked behind my laptop.
Hayley’s face had taken over the screen, so close I could almost count her pale blond eyelashes. “So, we wanted to tell you in person, but we’ve been asked to play at Nathaniel’s!”
My mouth dropped open. “Wait, really?” Nathaniel’s was the dream when it came to underage gigs. Sure, it wasn’t exactly our audience, but the people who went there tended to be pretty open-minded when it came to music. If anything, we’d be likely to end up with a bunch of new fans who’d never heard of us.
Well, not “we,” I guessed. They. They would end up with new fans.
“Ollie, Ollie, Dylan wants you to cut the skin off his apple,” Crista said, appearing at my side out of thin air.
“I heard him. I’m just trying to talk to my friends rig
