Brooke would have liked nothing better than for Monday night to take a year to come, or maybe a decade, but skipping out on the high-intensity, auditioned group in which she was privileged to participate didn’t sit right with her. The Christmas concert is right around the corner. Only six rehearsals left. I can’t skip any. I’ll just focus on my music and ignore… the bass section. Surely, I’m professional enough to handle that, right?
Wrong.
The second she walked in the room, Kenneth’s compelling presence reached out, potent as hands, to touch and caress her soul. It hurt. And why not? The potential is compelling even if the timing is wrong. We weren’t drawn to each other because of our mutual incompatibility. He’s a high-level, talented musician who also turned out to be friendly, kind,
