Chapter Twenty-Eight
Spin scrolled through the tracks on her song list. The most played over the last two weeks were sappy love songs and angry chick music. But further down the list were classical songs. Songs she fell asleep to every night.
Her finger hovered over the delete key that would put the songs in the trash bin. In the end, she lifted her thumb. It was an empty gesture. The songs were in the cloud, just like her head was.
Spin brought the beat down, bringing her set to a close. The set she’d played in the warehouse club hadn’t moved her. Her feet hadn’t left the ground. Her head had stayed present. She’d woven the beats seamlessly, setting the crowd on a melodic fire, but she couldn't get lost in the music she’d made.
Applause jolted her thoughts. She stepped off the raised
