The rhythmic tap-tap-tap of rain on her window matched the quick beats of Eki's heart. She looked at the text message on her phone; even though it was very simple, the words seemed to blur: "Need a killer sax player?" You're on. Tonight. Blue Note."
It came from Kunle. These last five years were a conscious effort to forget, to hide the memories of his intense look and how his saxophone played tunes that only her soul could understand. Now, he was like a song coming back from an old dream she forgot, making strong feelings rise inside her.
A bitter smile appeared on her lips. In the past, music was her way to escape, a place where she combined dreams of being an architect with Kunle playing soulful tunes on his saxophone. But her parents, who are very strict about traditions, thought mus
