Chapter 12

When he finished, the last note seemed to hang in the air, unwilling to disperse. Larry wished he could record Geoff’s voice and play it back on earphones pressed deep into his ears so it would fill him up inside. Every fiber of his being hummed with the aftermath of it, like glass resonating with the sound. For a long moment, Geoff met Doug’s open-mouthed stare with a look of impertinence.

Then that stormy gaze flickered back to Larry, who felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him. He no longer really reallyliked Geoff, no. He was tumbling head over heels in love with the guy, friendship be damned.

With a smirk, Geoff asked Doug, “So yeah, I can sing.”

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For the rest of the afternoon, Doug hung around the attic trying to convince Geoff to join the band. “You’re in,” he said, as if that settled it.

“In what?” Geoff asked. “I don’t want to be in anything. I have a scholarship to maintain.”