Kyle worked on his new song while I sketched him. The perfect afternoon. Sunny and cold. No work. No homework. Just the riverboat cruising past, big paddlewheel churning the water until it sounded like part of the music. Of all the places I might have gotten stuck, I didn’t mind Nashville. It reminded me of home in so many ways. The music. The river. The tourists. Kyle. He hadn’t been part of New Orleans, had never been there as far as I knew, but he was the best part of Nashville. With his throaty voice and feelings that came out in his music, he made everything better, pushed all the loneliness I’d been feeling to the edges where I could barely see them. When we were together, anyway. Or when I thought we would be together, which was happening more and more often. We weren’t official yet, but we’d kissed. I think he somehow sensed I needed to be around him, so he hung around more, made himself available.
What do You think about Love In Plain Sight (2013)?
