The steps were similar to the ones my parents had leading into their basement, but the smell was very different. Freshly polished wood, carpeting, and a few other things I couldn't place. "Do we go down?" I asked, keeping my eyes fixed on the bottom of the stairs. Standing inside the doorway, I w...
In the end, I'm sure they knew, and if not, they would soon. Keeping our personal lives a secret while kissing behind closed doors was bad enough, and it was getting increasingly difficult to choose between sex and music. By the third week of practice, Thayre invited me to pack a few things to ke...