The sheer amount of noise the two of you are making is driving Jodi insane. Sam glances at you through sweaty hair, grinning boyishly as he strums his guitar, and watches you sing into the mic along to the lyrics he’d just written a few minutes prior.

“”Louder, babe!” He calls to you over the music.

You sound good. Great. Perfect. Like silk on his ears, he thinks happily, and bounces on his toes along with the beat.

This is the most excited he’s been in weeks.

You’re a godsend.