Chapters (40)
- Cover
- Serendipity
- Praise for Kris Bryant
- Bold Strokes Books Social Media
- Bold Strokes Books Newsletter Signup
- By the Author
- Acknowledgments
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- Chapter Twenty-seven
- Chapter Twenty-eight
- Epilogue—One Year Later
- About the Author
- Books Available From Bold Strokes Books
- BOLDSTROKESBOOKS.COM
She contracted work as a jingle writer for several local advertising agencies. The rest of her time was spent at The Night Owl doing solo gigs, which allowed her to work out new songs and practice in front of crowds. She was thankful Charley gave her the stage whenever she wanted. “Okay, everyone. We’re going live in one minute. I’m going to start off by playing a quick song, and then first on the list is Harmony Hannah.” She stumbled over the name and bit her lip to keep from laughing at the horrible alliteration. Annie always played the first song to give her viewers enough time to pop on. She had over twenty thousand followers, and open mic was good exposure for local artists, especially queer ones.
“Is everyone ready?” The loud applause made her smile. She was in her happy place. She strummed a few times to tune her guitar, and once she felt comfortable, she hit the live button but turned off the tip jar. She didn’t feel comfortable taking money for other people’s performances, and trying to divide the online tips was a nightmare. “Welcome to another episode of Coffee & Chords. We’re coming to you live from open mic at The Night Owl, the best coffee bar in the Denver area.”
Most of the people or small bands played soft, easy-listening music because the venue was a coffee shop, not a concert arena. Country was also popular, but after scanning the crowd and not seeing cowboy hats or cowboy boots, Annie figured tonight would be a night of folk and pop music. The stage wasn’t big enough for head-banging bands with tons of equipment, so most artists were low-key.
“We have a great night in store for you. Over fifteen musicians have signed up, so sit back and enjoy the show.” Annie didn’t introduce the song she was playing. She didn’t have to. It was a cover of a popular pop tune on the radio, but she slowed it and gave it a personal twist. Several people in the audience sang it with her, which always made her smile. When she was done and saw the number of viewers was where she wanted it to be, she introduced the first guest to the onstage. “First up is Harmony Hannah. Let’s give her a warm welcome.” Annie scooted offstage and waited for Hannah to finish her song so she could come back onstage and introduce the next guest, Loco Motion.
“What’s your number tonight?” Charley put her arm around Annie’s waist and rested her cheek on her shoulder.