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  1. Cover
  2. About The Musician and the Monster
  3. Chapter 1
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Chapter 6
  9. Chapter 7
  10. Chapter 8
  11. Chapter 9
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Chapter 12
  15. Chapter 13
  16. Chapter 14
  17. Chapter 15
  18. Chapter 16
  19. Chapter 17
  20. Chapter 18
  21. Chapter 19
  22. Chapter 20
  23. Chapter 21
  24. Chapter 22
  25. Chapter 23
  26. Chapter 24
  27. Chapter 25
  28. Chapter 26
  29. Chapter 27
  30. Chapter 28
  31. Chapter 29
  32. Chapter 30
  33. Chapter 31
  34. Chapter 32
  35. Dear Reader
  36. Acknowledgments
  37. Also by Jenya Keefe
  38. About the Author
  39. More like this

“Oberon,” he said. “I can’t. I can’t. I will be here for you every day and every night for the rest of your life, if that’s what you need, but I don’t think I can be a new mandolin.”

“We are saying the same thing,” Oberon said gently. He extended his hand again, his voice soft. “Come to me. Let’s go to sleep,” he urged. “We can argue another day. Tonight, come and sleep, and don’t be afraid. Sleep, and I’ll keep you safe. Tomorrow you can make coffee and explain Christmas carols to me.”

Ángel nodded and went into his arms.

Chapter 24

“Welcome to The Oberon Podcast,” said Oberon into the microphone the next morning. “I’m Oberon, the cultural envoy from the Otherworld. Joining me, as always, is Ángel Cruz.”

“Hi,” said Ángel.

They had reversed the usual format of the podcast for this episode: Oberon was interviewing Ángel. Oberon had slightly mimicked Ángel’s speaking cadence, possibly not enough for anyone but Ángel to notice.

Ángel grinned at him.

He was warm and full of coffee. He’d taken a long walk in the snow after breakfast, and when he got back Oberon had kissed him. He felt young and strong and in love, and the fears and insecurities of the night felt insignificant. He loved Oberon, and Oberon needed him and liked him and enjoyed him. Everything else was semantics. They were together. For as long as it lasted.

“So, Ángel, what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a session musician.”

“Can you tell us what that means?”

“Well, I sing and play guitar. Usually acoustic. If you’re recording an album, or doing a show, and you need a good guitarist, you can hire me. Or maybe you’re producing a TV show and you want some nice interstitial music; you can hire me to play it. Or if you’re an ad agency and you want someone strumming a guitar in your commercial, you can hire me for that too.”

“You’re based in Miami?”

“Yes. I think you used to have to be in New York or LA or Nashville if you wanted to do this for a living, but the music industry has really decentralized. So usually I’m in Miami, but I’ve gone up to Nashville to play a lot too.”

“What else?”

“In between that kind of gig, I like to play live music. I never want to give up live performing. It’s what I first loved about music. I’ve toured with musicians, and I’ve played a lot of bars and things around Florida. I don’t make a steady income that way, but playing live is fun. So if you’ve ever sipped a beer in a hotel bar in Fort Lauderdale or Sanibel Island, and there was a guy in the corner playing Cuban songs on the guitar, that might have been me.”