If Tomorrow Never Comes
He said to me over his shoulder, “Key of D.”
I nodded, ready. At first, I thought he was talking about playing a slow song, but a moment later, I realized that it was the name of the song … and it was anything but a “slow jam”. I quickly picked up the beat, and soon, we were playing together as if we’d been jamming together our whole lives. Logan approached the microphone, and his voice was smooth, clear. There was an honesty to his voice and raw magnetism that I knew would melt the heart of any girl in the audience … including me. I sang backup on the chorus, and our voices complemented one another. I loved hearing Logan sing; I could listen to him for hours.
All too soon, Logan raised the