Chapter 4
We’d dated for a while and the night we’d decided to be exclusive, we’d been lying on our backs on thegrass on campus. Holding hands. Staring up into the universe, naming constellations, and I’d sung about starry, starry nights. He’d kissed me until my toes curled and asked me if I wanted to go steady—his exact words—and since I wasn’t an idiot, I’d said yes.
I hadn’t played the song since he left. Not listened to it once. And yet, I remembered every single note. Every nuance of the lyrics.
When the last note rang out in the bar, the audience roared and stomped their feet and clapped so hard I feared they would bruise their palms. I took a bow but declined an encore. My hands shook, and someone had exchanged my legs for overcooked spaghetti.