The Harp and the Fiddle: Glenncailty Castle, Book 1 by Lila Dubois

Author:Lila Dubois
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2012-12-24T17:00:00+00:00

Caera watched Tim speaking with the young man. After a few moments, the guitar was passed and Tim pressed his fingers to the strings, pointing at the placement of his fingers with his other hand. The boy nodded along. Tim handed the guitar back and the boy bent his head over the neck, watching his fingers as he played. Tim clapped him on the shoulder.

From seemingly out of nowhere, another guitar appeared before Tim. He accepted it with a nod of thanks. He watched the boy for a second, then joined in. As the sound of the dual guitars rose, the pub quieted again. A cheer started up as everyone realized they were listening to an American singing John Denver’s “Take Me Home Country Roads”.

Tim’s fingers flew along the strings, playing the steel guitar piece as he sang while the young man held down the melody.

“Everyone now,” Tim called out. A ball of emotion filled her as Tim led the pub in the chorus, singing about country roads and that aching need to go home.

“Once more,” Tim called out, and the singing swelled to a crescendo.

As the chorus ended, Tim pressed his palm to the guitar strings, silencing his music, leaving the final musical bit to the young man.

When the room started to applaud, Tim shook the young man’s hand. He went to hand the guitar back.

“Hey now, you’re an American?” someone in the crowd called out.

“Yes, sir, I am.” Tim rested his hip on the table, the guitar settled on his upraised knee.

He was a natural performer, owning the room as if he’d been booked to play here, rather than just been handed a guitar.

“Will you play a little something for us?”

“I will. Any requests?”

“Some of that good country music.”

Tim nodded thoughtfully. He hung his head for a moment, then set his fingers to the strings, his right hand strummed quick and light as he played “If I Had a Hammer”. His voice was clear and strong, enunciating the words so the audience could understand, while still making it melodious.

Heads nodded as he sang. His eyes scanned those who listened, his gaze inviting them into the hope, the power of the song. Hands clapped along with the down beats as he sang about the need to create change in the world.

He played, then repeated, the musical bridge, looking at her. Her heartbeat jumped in her chest. When he sang, there was nothing easygoing about him—he was intense and dark, as if the laughing, smiling man were just a mask for a much older soul. “Caera, will you sing this verse?”

She sucked in a breath when he said her name, then nodded.

He repeated the bridge a third time, nodding to let her know when to come in.

Caera took a lower octave than she normally started at and sang the next verse. Then Tim joined her, humming a background melody, their voices blending perfectly. When she reached the chorus, he too started singing. It was seamless, as if they’re rehearsed it one hundred times, and yet they’d never sung together before.

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