The song worked out well. Paris and Jessica gave a bow, and then it was over. Paris thanked Jessica and Rosemary, a few comments were exchanged, and then folks were leaving.
"See you," Adam said, giving a little salute. Something was lingering on his mind, though. Paris had said maybe Adam could join the jam next time. That was flattering. Adam didn't play anything anymore, though. He didn't sing too well, either. He could maybe manage a passably parodic grunge growl, but what he'd seen today had been real talent. No way he'd mess with that. It'd be like getting Britney Spears to front for Nirvana. Still, a part of him wished he'd have something to contribute. Maybe he could be honorary sound guy and turn on Jessica's amp. That didn't look so hard.
It seemed like thing were over. That was largely because the lunch period was nearly wrapped up. Only Adam and Rosemary were left in the room. Adam stood, gave her a little nod, and then headed on out himself. He figured he'd come eat here more often, though, just in case there was another jam session. He sure didn't want to miss something like this. Maybe it could even become a tradition.
((Adam Morgan continued in A Breath of Fresh Air