Chapter 14

I closed the second encore with “Goodnight Eugene,” my gayified rendition of the classic “Goodnight Irene.” I liked it at the end of the set because it put everyone in a mellow mood and left those who didn’t leave immediately reminiscing over their last few drinks. As I basked in the hum of a satisfied crowd, having put away my instruments backstage, Vic’s voice caught me between my legs, breaking the mellowness of my night.

“That was amazing, Zeke.” Vic’s voice poured over me. He sounded delighted and moved, like I was a different person now than I’d been at lunch and dinner. “We’ve got time for a drink, right?”

I nodded and followed him as he walked away from our group of friends to a tiny table in the shadows. I knew what he was asking and where we were heading tonight. But I’d really like to do it as friends and potential lovers, not as a fan and his favorite entertainer.