Bree sat down on her stool in the practice room and took a sip of her coffee, her eyes trained on the lyrics of the song they’d be going over next. It was a new one, something she’d written a few weeks ago and brought in for the rest of the band to collaborate on. She was really liking the way it was coming along. Every time they played the melody, they made a little more progress on getting the tune together. With some luck and determination, by the time they got ready to cut their new record, the song could be included. She thought it was going to be something special, along the lines of “Meant to Marry Me” and “Lead Me Home.”
“Are you all right, Bree?” Shawna asked, coming from around her keyboard to help Zach, her boyfriend, rearrange his guitar pedals.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said with a shrug, turning her head to look at the only other girl in the band. “Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know,” Shawna said with a friendly smile. “You just looked a little… lost in thought.”
