Sean watched as Emerson yawned for the third time. “All right, Em. Maybe you should take a quick nap now.”
“No,” said Carlos. “We want to keep singing.”
For the last hour, Emerson sang any song they requested. Anything. Sean had stared on in shock as Emerson’s fingers played complex chords that Sean would have struggled with. The memories of music were like a bike, Sean had said. Emerson must have been truly amazing when he was in college.
Why did he quit? It wasn’t the first time Sean wondered over this topic. Emerson had so much talent. If he’d been playing consistently in all this time, he’d have surpassed Sean by now. As of right now, he was getting close. It should have made him jealous, but all it did was deepen his affection for Emerson. The man was remarkable.
“Emerson needs to
