Kenna laughed, a little nervous. “I’m just a fan, but I’ve got a song in my head that I think could fit your style.”
At the bar, Kenna ordered a whiskey on the rocks, the ice clinking like tiny bells. She glanced at the stage and saw a lone figure—Maddy—adjusting the piano lid, her dark hair a halo of curls. The audience fell silent as Maddy’s fingers brushed the keys, and the first chord resonated like a promise. loveherfeet211009kennajamesandmaddymay hot
Maddy’s curiosity sparked. “Show me.” Kenna laughed, a little nervous