The song in the restaurant changes, and my thoughts screech to a halt as I listen to Zach sing the opening lyrics. My stomach drops through the floor. “What’s wrong?” Jamie’s voice sounds very far away. The lyrics float around me, and my lips mouth the chorus as Zach sings. I’m vaguely aware that Jamie’s hand is covering mine on top of the table, but all I can focus on is Zach singing my song. My song. The one I played for him and his manager. The one they laughed at. They said it wasn’t good enough before they took it.
