Code Blue (Atrous, #2)

by N.R. Walker

I had to swallow the lump in my throat. “You know when you miss something you never had? When you feel like you’ve lost something you can’t explain?” Jeremy’s eyes met mine. “That’s what that music feels like.” He gasped out a breath. His eyes were glassy. Christ, was he about to cry? “Steve.” Then he shook his head and laughed at himself. “That’s exactly what it is. How did you know to say that? I thought you were going to say it was nice or lovely.” “Jeremy, I’ve been with you guys now for a lot of years. I know when you like the songs you sing. Some songs, some music you sing, you perform, and you do it perfectly. But then there are some songs that you love, that you feel, and it shows.” He stared at me, his eyes darting between mine, like he was trying to tell if I was serious or not. “And you feel this song.” He quickly turned back to the keys, as if looking at me was too much. “I do.” “What’s it called?” “It doesn’t have a name,” he whispered. “I don’t know what to call it.” “Well, thank you for playing it for me.”