Chapter 5

“Sure, okay.” Wimp

When it was just to two of us, Landry was calm and had a lot less manic energy. But when other people were involved, he changed. I much preferred the way he was when we were alone. He debuted the music for me, and it was gorgeous. I complimented him on it, but reminded him that I had to work in the morning, just like he did.

Disappointed, he walked me to his door and opened it. “You want to spend some time together tomorrow night?” he asked. “We can work on some stuff, just us.”

I looked at him. “You mean that?” I asked, really wanting him to mean it this time.

“Absolutely,” he said.

I arrived the next night, and before I could knock, the door opened.

“Hey, man,” he said, barring entry into his place. “Something came up, and I won’t be able to practice tonight, all right? We’re still on for the weekly jam session on the roof, though, okay?”

I was disappointed, but it was out of my control. “Sure, I understand.”