Chapter 10

They played like that for several minutes, just jamming along as if they’d been doing it together for years. At one point, Wendy started to hum, and Macaulay closed his eyes, lost in the husky tones. He’d known hearing her live would be vastly different than any of the recordings he had, but this exceeded any of his expectations. What would it be like to see her onstage?

“I need to write that down,” she said when the last note faded away. Twisting, she grabbed her notebook from the table and flipped past page after page of scribbled music and lyrics. “Maybe we should call that one ‘Ten Thousand Kisses.’“

Macaulay nodded. “I like that a lot. It’d be great to perform it live. If we ever end up in the same venue and the same city at the same time.”

Her pen paused in its scratching. “You know, you say it like that, and I start to think we need to steal the bus and not look back.”