EVERYTHING IS PINK, grey, or white in the ballroom, which suits Amber perfectly. Soft music plays in the background while me and the boys get set up. I have to admit, I’m excited Wade agreed to play.
This is a one-time only Mogo concert for Amber’s wedding. We haven’t played together since the ‘90s. I promised Amber I wouldn’t stage dive or try to hang from the lights that dangle from the ceiling.
Wade does a little drumbeat to warm up and get everyone’s attention. Guests have already arrived, taking their assigned seats or mingling by the bar. I turn towards Cash, who looks odd wearing a suit with the Washburn strapped to him. Although, I look just as odd with my black tux and my old Fender. Amber was so elated I wore a tux she didn’t even notice my black chucks, although I’m sure she w
