And I did have sweet dreams as I lay there alone in my bed that night, and over the next several nights—not just of Anise, and the slowly fading bruise on my shoulder that I asked her to give me—but of everything. Everything about Miss Baxter’s house was new and exciting. I felt like I finally had some structure in my life and things were going my way.
I absolutely nailed my audition and was now playing three nights a week along with Sunday brunch. I was also enrolled in the piano pedagogy program at the university, which is basically a fancy way of saying majoring in piano teaching. Yeah, me. Miss Baxter thought it would be a good fallback during the times when performance gigs were scarce.
Listen to me, talking like I own it. But that’s how I felt. For the first time in my life I felt
