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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO ANDREW “How did it go?” I asked as I kicked off my shoes and loosened my tie. After a long day at work filled with meetings and petty office politics, all I wanted was to plop down on my couch and talk to Becca for hours. “It was…surprisingly good,” Becca said over the phone. “We rehearsed all day, and now my hands hurt since I haven’t played that much in months, but it felt…right.” “That’s great. You made the right decision by doing the show.” “All thanks to you. I couldn’t have done any of this if you hadn’t believed in me and pushed me to give myself another chance. But…” “What is it?” She sighed. “It’s stupid, but I’m going to be sad when the show is over and the band returns to LA.” “You could go with them. Back to LA.” “I doubt they would like that.” “You
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