He leans in. “What?” I shouldn’t repeat it, but I can’t help myself. “I don’t want you to leave.” “I don’t want to go. But—” “You have to. I know.” “We’ll talk about this later tonight, okay? You need to get back out there.” I turn to go, but he grabs my arm. “Please make the rest of the set count? I want to remember this show for being the best you’ve ever played.” Every part of me wants to break down instead of going out there to put on a good show, but I’d do anything to give Soren everything he wants.
