Twenty-Eight Hours
A chance encounter at a music industry gala turns into twenty-eight unforgettable hours.
I met Trisha at a music industry event. My buddy is a writer and producer, and was getting an award for a song he’d worked on that went to number one on the Canadian charts. The ceremony was at a small hall, with maybe a hundred or so guests. Most of them were industry types, with a few friends and family scattered in. I went by myself. I knew my friend would be too busy schmoozing to hang out with me, but I used to work...
