Let the Music Say I Do

By J.D. Walker

Jared Page and Joey Seever have a complicated relationship. They’re ex-lovers and former band members who still play together musically on occasion. Whenever Joey needs someone to fill in for a gig, Jared is the one he calls, despite their past history and the fact that Joey hadn’t wanted to take their relationship to the next level -- marriage -- and then cheated on him. Jared still has feelings for Joey even after all these years, though he’s become bitter and resentful.

The next time Jared fills in for a gig, he finds out that Joey has slept with a band member named Grady. Worse, Joey messed things up by cheating on Grady just like he had with Jared. In the fallout that follows, Jared says and does some things he instantly regrets.

He knows their friendship is worth saving, and he wants another chance at Joey’s heart, too. But there are things in Joey’s past that keep him running from commitment. Can they mend their relationship? Will Jared be able to convince Joey that love is nothing to fear, and marriage is just music to which to say, “I Do?”

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Oct 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781611526639

J.D. Walker

J.D. Walker likes to keep her stories short and sweet. A multi-published author, she is also a musician, artist, and lover of all things knit and crochet. For more information, visit lifebyjo.com/jdwalker.

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Let The Music Say I Do

By J.D. Walker

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Copyright 2014 J.D. Walker

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Let The Music Say I Do

By J.D. Walker

It was a beautiful fall day in early October. The sun shone brightly through the windows as I worked that Friday afternoon on a piece of music. One of my voice students was having difficulty with a song that he usually performed to perfection.

Let’s try it again, Tristan.

I played the intro to Aerosmith’s I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing once more. He took a deep breath and sang the opening line of the first verse. He was very good, normally. Tristan Morris had a clear, strong tenor and a great falsetto. But his attempts to emulate Steven Tyler were far below par today. After a minute of listening to his half-hearted performance, I stopped playing the keyboard.

Okay, okay, enough. I swiveled on my stool and studied him. Tristan had a troubled look on his face that made me sigh internally. Some days, I felt more like a life therapist to my students than a music instructor.

Have a seat, hon, and tell me what’s wrong.

He ran a hand through his hair and sank down on one of the chairs next to a music stand. I feel like this is a big mistake, he said. It’s the most important day of my life. What if I mess up and Blaine hates it?

Here we go again with the pre-wedding jitters.

"You won’t mess up, Tristan. Your wedding is on Sunday and it will be amazing. No matter how you sound—which will be fabulous, once you get your head out of your ass—your husband-to-be will be absolutely delighted. I would be, if I were he." And I meant that. I would give my right hand—well, maybe just the nail of the pinky finger—to find the kind of love Tristan had with the man of his dreams.

I’d been in and out of enough relationships to despair of ever finding the one. It was hard to describe the man I wanted to marry, but in a vague way, I