Sean erased what he had and rewrote his text. I will. Enjoy the rest of your day.
Emerson responded with a smiling emoji.
Sighing, Sean lowered his phone.
“Please get all that sighing out of your system before we get home,” Macie said from the front seat. “I really need you focused today. You’ve been slacking lately.”
Sean sat up and leaned forward so his chin rested on the top edge of her seat. “I’m nearly done with the album.”
“Missing two songs is not nearly done.”
“They aren’t missing. They’re in my head, somewhere.”
“You need them now.” She turned her head to peer at him. “Don’t let this new guy distract you too much. Work first. Play later.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, returning to his reclined position. And just like that, inspiration hit. He sat up quickly. ”Yeah, yeah,” he repeated, but in two, distinct notes. “Shit! I’ve got it!”