Chapter Twenty-Two
Tanner
“How’s it going today, sir?”
“Excellent, thanks.” It was nippy enough outside that I didn’t want to walk back to the apartment, so I’d called for a Lyft. I’d spent more time at the recording studio today than I thought I would, and I was running late for the first ballet class of the evening. The demo Charles and I started was beginning to sound polished enough that I was giving serious thought to letting my agent shop it around. Who knows? Maybe I could start composing for other artists? Any income stream would be welcome especially after purchasing the home studio setup.
I pulled my phone out to kill time and catch up on the news. No school shootings, and the president only tweeted seven lies today instead of the usual fifteen. And then I happened on a news
