CHAPTER 50
JUST LIKE IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE to describe the power and passion they’d infused into their music while they were singing together, Katrina couldn’t describe the subtle sense of letdown that invaded the space between them when their song was done. Their notes rang out, sharp and shrill, with that tinny echo you get in a gym. It wasn’t discordant, but it certainly didn’t do justice to the music they’d just created.
Katrina was breathless, but after that sense of intimacy she’d shared with Miles only seconds earlier, it was hard to feel embarrassed. That was one thing you could say about singing compared to playing an instrument. When you relied solely on your voice, every blemish, every imperfection could only come from you. Katrina’s singing hadn’t been perfect, but it had been mo
