Ten

I’m opening the garage door after Jared gets back with my truck in the evening when my phone rings. I check it as he drives through and see that it’s an unknown number.

I receive it as Jared brings the truck to a stop. “Hello?”

“Hello. Is this Isaac Henry?”

I frown instantly in confusion. First, it’s a strange voice, and second, I can’t remember the last time anyone addressed me like that. “Yeah, that’s me. Who is this?”

“It’s Steve. You sent me an email earlier about a job.”

It’s the producer Ben asked me to email. I sent an email earlier today and all but forgot about it. I didn’t really think I had a chance of getting the job. “Oh, yeah. I wasn’t expecting a call back so soon.”

“Yeah, well, actually, I already found the person I was looking for. But there is another spot that has opened up and I wanted to see if you’re okay with it.”

“What kind of job?”

“How available are you?”

“Very.”

“Are you okay with going on the road?”

“Uh?”

“We have this band that’s touring and one of our as