A Private Affair by Donna Hill

Author:Donna Hill
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kimani Press
Published: 1998-03-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

And the Band Played On

After running Mrs. Finch all over town he finally made it to the club, and he was still early for rehearsal. Maybe there was somethin’ to this gettin’ up early stuff.

He’d already squared it with Remy about getting somebody to take over his run for the night. Personal business, he’d said. He trusted T.C., but he was still too young and too green to take on that responsibility by himself or even to play the lead, as much as T.C. had protested otherwise. Remy agreed with Quinn. End of story.

“Sounding real good, man,” Nick said, patting Quinn on the back during the break.

They’d been rehearsing one of the compositions Nick had written for the band.

“It’s a phat number, man. Easy to follow.” Quinn stood and stretched, flexing the tight muscles in his back.

“You could probably put something together yourself,” Nick hedged, watching for Quinn’s reaction.

He shrugged. “Nothin’ full scale.”

“Maybe you might want to take one of those classes up at ASCAP. Teach you everything you need to know.”

Quinn eyed him. “Yeah?”

“That’s how I got it together. Like I told you, man, I was just like you. Had a natural ear. Now, man, they have computers to do all the work. You just lay down the sounds you want.”

He tossed the idea around. Sounded interesting. Maybe it was something he could do. It’s not as if he didn’t have the time or the loot.

He stuck his hands in his pockets. “How long somethin’ like that take to learn?”

“As short or as long as you want it. You work out a schedule that suits you and fits with what they have to offer.”

Quinn slowly nodded his head, taking it in.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Good enough. Take your time. You don’t want to jump into something before you’re ready. If there’s anything I can do, or any questions you have, just let me know.” He turned back to the band. “Come on, fellas, one more run-through.”

Quinn took his seat behind the piano.

School. Classes. Damn, he hadn’t been inside a classroom in more than ten years. Study. How? But the idea of learning to write his own stuff…Maybe he really could.

He stole a glance at Nick, who was absorbed in blowing his sax notes.

Yeah. He could do it. Changes. They were coming. No doubt.

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