Then again, we’d been kids. We were men now, full grown and in full cognizance of what we were doing.
“We have a special guest in the house tonight,” Jimmy was saying. “He’s my best friend and bandmate during high school. I’m sure I don’t need to introduce him but please welcome Robbie Deacon, of Dragonheart. Come on up, Robbie.”
I went up onto the stage to stand beside Jimmy. Someone handed me a guitar and I hung it around my neck. I tested the weight of it in my hands. It wasn’t mine but I’d make it work. Jimmy moved next to me.
“What do you want to do?”
I glanced at the members of his band. I was suddenly transported back to high school when we stood on the gym stage with all of our peers waiting for us to play something that they could dance to. I could see my high school self, loo
