“Chris.”
“Chris, I have to thank you for playing my music. You made it even better than I planned it. I never suspected it could be this beautiful.”
“That can’t be, because it’s exquisite music. Jay and I were amazed at how his manly music interwove with my more feminine tune.” Then I turned and put my arm through Wilson’s. “Jordan…my friend Wilson Potter. Wil…Jordan Williams, the composer of the music for this.”
They shook hands and exchanged the necessary pleasantries.
Then Wilson asked, “Would you like a drink?”
“I’d love one.”
“Don’t go far.” He turned and walked toward the bar.
Then I turned back to Jane. “Where is Jay tonight?”
Jane smiled. “His wife gave birth on Wednesday, so he’ll be here tomorrow afternoon, and then he’ll fly right back after the preview.”
“That’s wonderful! Boy or girl?”
“Boy.”
“He must be so happy.”
“He was ecstatic. I couldn’t get a word in edgewise.”
I felt hands on my shoulders.