It’s nerve wracking every time, but I always feel better after it’s over. James kisses my cheek. “You sang that beautifully.” I’m shaking, not because he is kissing me in front of anyone, but because there are seven people in the room with us who have just heard me singing. My palms are burning and my breath is short, and no matter how hard I try, I just don’t seem to be able to get enough air. Leo and his new flame, Jake—the guy from the party, who he is completely out of the closet with, both smile at me like adoring parents watching their child at dance class. I wave at Jake. I like him. Nick pulls a duet sheet and gives Leo a nod. “Me and Leo were going over this all night when we went to visit Weaver, Googling the biggest successes for bands. Duets make performers connect the best with a crowd.” I turn and look at Leo, not sure which part stuns me more. He went and saw Weaver or he is taking such an interest in the band. He’s been the one giving us advice all week long and he hasn’t missed a single practice.
