Chapter 7Though the Chicago show was every bit as grand and fabulous as the others, the only thing that could top a Roma and Roma performance was one of them professing his love at the piano for the man lucky enough to hear the words.
B, C, A, G, B, C, A, Dom played the notes and the melody he’d created around them that formed the song called “Ciao” to an empty theater aglow in Christmas lights and Warwick.
“I haven’t gotten much further since when I started it back in September,” Dom said.
“It hasn’t been that long,” Warwick noted. “Art takes time.”
“And my muse…” The music came softly, meant for only two. “He was missing a while, but now, he’s returned to me.”
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Back on the bus for the next destination, Washington DC, Dom and Warwick still couldn’t stop talking about the wig
