Double TimeChapter 85
“She seemed to grow taller as the resonance of the music swept through her like a raging flood.” —Ryan Sylander, Opus One SUNDAY MORNING, Beca joined the family for breakfast. No, she hadn’t spent the night. I drove over to her house at seven and picked her up. She was joining me again as my audience for my Sunday morning concert. It was her second time and I had a lot of girlfriends who hadn’t joined me for a concert, but today was Beca’s sixteenth birthday and everyone else yielded to...