Chapter 12

“I’ll be a poster boy for concentration on stage.”

“Good,” Tom said, “I’ll hold you to it. Ready to rock and roll?”

“Sure.”

Tom ducked into the studio and returned holding the drawstrings of the cloth bag containing his organ shoes. “Aren’t you forgetting something, page turner?” Tom said when he was back in the living room.

“What? Oh yeah, the briefcase.” He retrieved it and set it on the coffee table long enough to confirm that its contents were still intact and in order.

“Good,” Tom said. “Let’s head downtown.”

At the hall, a security guard allowed Tom to park in a reserved spot at the rear of the building. They entered the building through the same side door, and Tom led the way to what he referred to as the backstage waiting area. It was a fair-size room that contained a couple of comfortable sofas and three or four wingback chairs.

Eventually, a man came to the door and said, “Ten minutes.”

“Thanks,” Tom said. “Noah, if you need a last-minute pit stop, now’s the time.”