getting together after hours with the old friends who formed his new band to bring the songs to life.
After years of missing the joy of creating music, Tyce wanted more of it. But it was about more than that.
Music was helping to fill the hole in his heart that Whitney’s absence had left behind.
His cell phone rang, and like every time it buzzed for the past four months, he hoped it was Whitney. Calling to tell him she missed him. Calling to tell him she wished he was with her. Maybe even calling to finally say “I love you.”
When he saw it was Rose, he worked to push away his disappointment, and instead focused his attention on how great his boss had been about his return to songwriting. Rather than being angry with him for not putting the chalet at the center of his world, she was supporting him as a true friend. Not only by letting him use the chalet as a rehearsal space, but by letting him throw his album release party there, as well.
“Hi, Tyce, I just wanted to go over the final arrangements for your show. Julie said that she’s got the food taken care of, Phoebe will be running the invite list, RJ has reinforced the stage, and Anne said she’s been working on your band members’ looks. Is there anything else you need from me?”
Tyce grinned at the very sweet question from his brilliant and focused boss. He’d run the music at the Rose Chalet for so long that the whole place was set up exactly the way he wanted it. Still, he had to tease her with, “You do realize that most musicians would come up with totally outrageous demands at this point?”
“As you well know, I will not be supplying you with groupies, television sets to throw out of windows, or bowls of M&Ms with the brown ones taken out.” Her amusement came through loud and clear.
“Seriously, Rose, everything’s perfect. I really appreciate all you’ve done for me.”
“You’ve always been a great friend, Tyce,” she said simply. “To all of us.”
No matter where music took him, he knew he’d be friends with Rose and the rest of the chalet crew for life.
“Actually, Tyce, I have a favor to ask you.”
“Don’t worry,” he teased, “I’m not going to set off fireworks from the stage.”
“Definitely don’t do that!” she agreed with a laugh, before explaining, “I have another client hoping for a special song for his wedding. I tried suggesting an arrangement, because I know that’s what you did with the last one, but—”
“Tell him yes.”
“Yes? Just like that?” She was clearly surprised. “But I thought—”
“Things are different now. I don’t think writing a song is going to be a problem for me anymore,” he said with a smile.
When he slipped the phone back into his pocket, Milo ran over to him, ready for his morning walk. Tyce took him out, walking over to the coffee shop the way he did every morning now. So regularly that the staff put out a water bowl just for Milo.
Things were different now. After losing Whitney again, he'd tapped into such a deep well of emotion—one he refused to run from ever again—that the songs had been coming fast and furious for the past four months. He’d written so many songs that he’d even passed a few he couldn't use for himself on to acquaintances in the recording industry. Amazingly, his songwriting credit was already on a couple of minor indie hits. Tonight, there would almost certainly be a few of the more important music journalists in the area attending his launch party.
The question was, would the one woman who mattered most of all be there?
Milo tugged on his leash as they rounded the corner to the coffee shop and Tyce knew Sebastian must have arrived. Whitney’s brother didn’t meet them every morning, but when he did, he always played with the little dog.
The teenager had filled out over the past couple of months and was more confident. The last time they’d spoken, he’d been talking about a girl at school he liked, but he was worried
After years of missing the joy of creating music, Tyce wanted more of it. But it was about more than that.
Music was helping to fill the hole in his heart that Whitney’s absence had left behind.
His cell phone rang, and like every time it buzzed for the past four months, he hoped it was Whitney. Calling to tell him she missed him. Calling to tell him she wished he was with her. Maybe even calling to finally say “I love you.”
When he saw it was Rose, he worked to push away his disappointment, and instead focused his attention on how great his boss had been about his return to songwriting. Rather than being angry with him for not putting the chalet at the center of his world, she was supporting him as a true friend. Not only by letting him use the chalet as a rehearsal space, but by letting him throw his album release party there, as well.
“Hi, Tyce, I just wanted to go over the final arrangements for your show. Julie said that she’s got the food taken care of, Phoebe will be running the invite list, RJ has reinforced the stage, and Anne said she’s been working on your band members’ looks. Is there anything else you need from me?”
Tyce grinned at the very sweet question from his brilliant and focused boss. He’d run the music at the Rose Chalet for so long that the whole place was set up exactly the way he wanted it. Still, he had to tease her with, “You do realize that most musicians would come up with totally outrageous demands at this point?”
“As you well know, I will not be supplying you with groupies, television sets to throw out of windows, or bowls of M&Ms with the brown ones taken out.” Her amusement came through loud and clear.
“Seriously, Rose, everything’s perfect. I really appreciate all you’ve done for me.”
“You’ve always been a great friend, Tyce,” she said simply. “To all of us.”
No matter where music took him, he knew he’d be friends with Rose and the rest of the chalet crew for life.
“Actually, Tyce, I have a favor to ask you.”
“Don’t worry,” he teased, “I’m not going to set off fireworks from the stage.”
“Definitely don’t do that!” she agreed with a laugh, before explaining, “I have another client hoping for a special song for his wedding. I tried suggesting an arrangement, because I know that’s what you did with the last one, but—”
“Tell him yes.”
“Yes? Just like that?” She was clearly surprised. “But I thought—”
“Things are different now. I don’t think writing a song is going to be a problem for me anymore,” he said with a smile.
When he slipped the phone back into his pocket, Milo ran over to him, ready for his morning walk. Tyce took him out, walking over to the coffee shop the way he did every morning now. So regularly that the staff put out a water bowl just for Milo.
Things were different now. After losing Whitney again, he'd tapped into such a deep well of emotion—one he refused to run from ever again—that the songs had been coming fast and furious for the past four months. He’d written so many songs that he’d even passed a few he couldn't use for himself on to acquaintances in the recording industry. Amazingly, his songwriting credit was already on a couple of minor indie hits. Tonight, there would almost certainly be a few of the more important music journalists in the area attending his launch party.
The question was, would the one woman who mattered most of all be there?
Milo tugged on his leash as they rounded the corner to the coffee shop and Tyce knew Sebastian must have arrived. Whitney’s brother didn’t meet them every morning, but when he did, he always played with the little dog.
The teenager had filled out over the past couple of months and was more confident. The last time they’d spoken, he’d been talking about a girl at school he liked, but he was worried
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