“Baking…” I pause. “As in baking the pies you talked about?”
“What’s your favorite pie?”
“Pecan,” I answer automatically.
“How does bourbon pecan sound?”
“Like an invitation.”
“Let’s see how far you get with the silverware first. Then we’ll talk.”
“Deal.” I grab another napkin.
“So, what’s your music like?” she asks.
“Hard, edgy rock,” I reply.
She wrinkles her nose. “I don’t know what that means.”
“Hang on.” I pull out my phone and go to YouTube. I search for one of our heavier songs because I don’t want to mislead her by playing a ballad, then I put my phone on the counter and hit play.
The sound of the opening guitar lick to ‘Living on the Edge’ fills the room and I see Johnny look up curiously.
“She’s never heard of us,” I call out. “I thought I’d give her a taste.”
Angus and Johnny come join us at the counter. Angus starts drumming with his hands in time to the beat, and Johnny starts harmonizing with himself.
Living on the edge
Breaking all the rules
Gonna find some answers
I never went to school.
Baby, you’re my heartbeat
You’re everything I need
But when you turn your back
You’re gonna make me bleed.
Come on, pretty girl, there’s a star in the sky
You know you want me, I see it in your eyes
There’s nothing I won’t do, we’ll take right to the ledge
Take my hand, pretty lady, we’re living on the edge
A moment later, Dolly and Brent come out from the back, listening intently. Then I notice that Brent knows the lyrics.
“You a fan?” I ask lightly.
“Hell yeah!” He nods. “I was bummed I had to work last night and couldn’t get down to Albany to see you play.”
“Shhhhh!” Dolly and Summer hush him in unison. “We’re trying to listen to the song!”
