Before I could make another comment, Mom returned. “Okay, boys.” She handed the sheet music to me and the CD player to Tim. “We’re ready when you are.”
I arranged things to my satisfaction while Tim gathered everyone together, hugged his dad, and got to work with the group. It was an eye-opening two hours. Watching my mom and her friends as they rehearsed was hilarious, but they were gutsy as hell and gave it everything they had. None of these people had let age, aches, or disabilities stop them from doing things they enjoyed, no matter how slowly they moved or how their voices warbled.
Mom had found a new life and friends here, and that made me want to do something more with my own. I played with one eye on the music and the other on Tim.
The man was gorgeous. It was the way he moved, and how kind and encouraging he was to everyone. Everything about him was confident and sexy, and I wanted him like I’d never wanted anyone before. Why that was, I didn’t care.