It had been years since I’d sung for anyone I hadn’t either married, or given birth to.
Melissa would change that. Coming into my life in a multi-colored, polyester, double-knit flurry, she challenged me, honing in on a weakness I’ve yet to conquer.
Our debut at The Shoe Box followed weeks of rehearsal that threatened the integrity of her century-old, clapboard house. Inevitably, as the night progressed, the tiny living room filled, flowing outside to surround a seemingly perpetual bonfire. And, we all came for the same reason. Because, even if only in this time, in this place; we were young, we were free, and we were music.
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