Chapter 63 Spill It (Ii)

• CALUM
• The stage has stairs but for now, the bed will have to do. I strip the bed off its covers like I did last night and stand on the bare mattress. “Give me that,” she adds, collecting my guitar. Without it, I feel exposed. “You don’t need it, Cal. Just your voice. Remember to smile.”
• The bed creaks under my weight but I maintain my stance. My composure is better this morning. Starting a playlist containing the songs I will be performing today, Tessa hands me a hairbrush to use as a microphone. She stops by the door of the balcony, poses, then gives me a thumbs up.