The Song

Part Twenty

“Jess!!!” Aston called through the house.

“Piano room!”

I heard him go running through the house and soon he was at the door to the room staring down at me, “What on earth are you doing?”

“Trying to find that program,” I said, “If I can find the name of the song I played that night maybe it’ll trigger a memory or something. Or maybe I wrote it down and its in here somewhere and I can play it.”

“Well you’ve made a total mess,” Aston said, looking around. He was right. I’d dumped pretty much every paper I could find on the floor and was sorting through them one by one, inspecting them for clues.

“The one-handed thing isn’t really helping.”

“I could have helped.”

“You had things to do,” I shrugged, “This was good. Something to do other than lie around and mope about not being able to remember anything.”

“I suppose.”

“You really should think about going back to work,” I told him, holding my hand out so he could help me off the floor, “I don’t like that I’m keeping you from your job.”

“I’m here to help you.”

“Yeah, but I can manage.”

“Jess…” Aston sighed.

“You don’t have to do a full schedule,” I replied, “But maybe a few hours a day?”

“Babe…”

“I know you want to help me, but not living our normal life isn’t going to do much. We need to find a way to fall back into our old routine,” I said.

“I guess.”

“For me?” I said, plastering on a smile. I’d figured out over the last few days that I could usually get what I wanted if I did this, which meant my husband was clearly whipped.

“Fine,” Aston sighed, “I’ll figure something out.”

“Thanks!”

“Now you need to go change,” he said, “I was looking for you to tell you people should be here in like half an hour.”

“Oh right,” I said, heading towards the stairs.

“You sure you want to do this tonight?”

“They’re my friends,” I said, “I want to meet them.”

I went upstairs and dug out a pair of jeans and top, changing out of my sweats as Aston pottered around in the kitchen. He’d invited a few close friends over for some food and drinks. To be honest I was dead nervous. I had no idea who these people were!

The doorbell went off about twenty minutes later and I could hear male voices downstairs.

Shyly I wandered down, standing in the living room as I watched Aston greet two guys, a pair of girls in tow.

“Jess come here,” Aston said, beckoning me over.

“Hi.”

“These are my bandmates,” he said, pointing to the two guys, “JB and Marvin.”

“Hi,” I repeated, “Where’s the third one?”

“Late, as usual,” Marvin said, holding his hand out for me to shake. I took it politely, and then JB’s.

“This is Chloe,” JB said as he stepped aside, a blonde taking his place.

“Hi Jess,” she smiled, shaking my hand politely.