Chapter Forty-Five
One year later
School was out for the summer but I found myself busy with a temporary gig. Sitting on a piano bench inside the Saddledome, my fingers pounded out notes at a feverish pace. The arena, nestled in downtown Calgary, Alberta, was packed with twenty thousand fans, all screaming for one man and his band. Calgary was one of many stops on The Eric Wentworth Band’s sold out Sway Tour, and Eric had just finished singing “Cry Me a River,” a song that still made me cringe.
“You guys are the best!” Eric shouted into the mic. “Calgary sure knows how to make a guy feel welcome!” The crowd roared in approval.
His voice quieted to a normal level. “I have the best fans in the world. It’s because of you that our third album, Sway, has made it to number one!”
The crowd s
