Chapter Eleven
Dylan
Mia is holding onto me tightly as Mal plays the songs, and I’m gripping her pretty tightly too. This is obviously Mal’s work, he’s got a very recognisable style, but at the same time, it’s like nothing he’s ever written before. Gone are the raw edges, the screaming, the raging, and instead the songs are filled with love, a grownup love, and a happiness I’ve never heard from him before. I keep staring at the guy, who is nervously looking down at his hands, not daring to face the room, even though he was so excited to share his work with everyone just moments ago.
I reach out to him with my empty arm and pull him into my lap so Mia and I can hold him together. Our guy, our amazing musician, all grown up, grown up and proud of it too, even if he doesn’t know how to sho
