Chapter 16

Just like a bike, Sean had told him. Emerson doubted it. Though the instrument felt familiar in his grasp, it also seemed so foreign. His hand hurt from the way it wrapped around the neck, and the weight of it dug into his thigh.

He tried again. A C-chord, then a D, an F, an A. Each sounded better than the one before. A song suddenlyflared in his memory. One he played the most through his college days. His fingers flexed as he played the E-minor chord that opened Tom Petty’s “I Won’t Back Down.”

Instincts kicked in and he played the whole first verse without a mistake, his voice softly carrying the lyrics throughout the room.

His fingers stilled. He couldn’t remember the chorus. But it probably wouldn’t take him long to familiarize himself with it again.

After looking up tabs and a couple YouTube videos, he could play the whole thing. Of course, it had been an easy song.