Page 95 of Truly, Madly, Deeply

To fly in different time zones

Circle the globe

In different directions

Soar past each other

In different altitudes

And never once collide

The hairs at the back of her neck stood up from the glorious alchemy. She didn’t need to be in the audience to know their voices melded together perfectly.

Next, it was her turn. She jumped right in, very aware that Lorelei had given her the verse that would best showcase her voice.

I moved on

And he came back

And that’s the way it is

With heartbreak

They joined again for the chorus.

Could you ever love me

The way I want?

Could you ever ever ever

Be the man I need?

Or are we destined

To fly in different time zones

Circle the globe

In different directions

Soar past each other

In different altitudes

And never once collide

Grace stepped back, lowered her mic, and let Lorelei have the high notes, riffs, and runs of the bridge. No one but her could handle it without shredding their vocal cords.

I don’t know. I don’t know. I just don’t know.

It was haunting. It made you ache. Since Grace wasn’t singing, she could step out of the spotlight and scan the audience. She could only see the faces in the pit, but everyone there was mesmerized. When she landed on Jaime, her heart nearly jumped out of her chest.

Their gazes locked.How are you here?

He just smiled and lifted Kinsley out of her seat and onto his lap. The little girl was clapping and bouncing in place. Grace waved, nearly losing her place in the song. She recovered, but nothing could keep the smile off her face. Happiness filled her to bursting.

Finally, when the last note rang through the meadow, when the singers lowered their mics, the amphitheater went eerily quiet.

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