CHAPTER 49
KATRINA HAD UNDERESTIMATED how cathartic, how freeing it would feel to talk with another musician about her experience last night in the sanctuary. She described it all in detail, leaving out only the part about her husband coming in while she’d been so distracted by her music.
“I wish I could have been a fly on the wall of that church,” Miles mused.
They spent the next half hour discussing other performances in their pasts, sharing more of their musical memories. Finally, Miles sighed and lifted the lid of the piano.
“Well, how about we stop talking about music and actually make some?”
She shouldn’t be afraid. So why did her core shake at the suggestion? She had to overcome her nerves.
He played his opening run. She could do this. She just had to focus. Shutting her eyes,
