Chapter 61

“Find a way to fix this, dear. He’s too good to pass up.” She patted my cheek, then went back to working on the Lady Gaga number.

Apparently, I wouldn’t get the chance to work things out today. Tim left the minute rehearsal was done, and I didn’t even get to say goodbye. Shit.

True to my word, I was on point, and the performance at Cordoba was excellent that night. Hell, I played better than I had in a long time. Maybe I was taking my frustration out on the keys. Who knew?

After spending the rest of the weekend moping and listening to my mother bitch at me over the phone for being an idiot, I came up with the perfect way to get Tim’s attention and hopefully give me another chance.

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It took the entire week, but when the rehearsal for Mom’s show ended that weekend, Tim approached me where I sat at the piano, putting away the sheet music. He was sweaty and gorgeous and smiling. My heart skipped a beat.

“You can stop sending me flowers now,” he said.