Trey hummed, not sure what Adam said counted as an answer. Still, it was a response and he took it to heart. Adam would hear anything? Then Trey would play anything. After a minute more of sitting in silence, he strummed his fingers over the string. In many ways, the bass dwarfed him, but when the notes rung out, it seemed as if he were made for the bass. Or the bass for him. He picked out random notes that matched the insect noises from outside, following at first no melody until the song picked up. He reached a chord, followed it into a chord from one of his recent songs and fell into it as if the two melodies were the most natural thing to place together.

Halfway through, he picked up the vocals. His pure voice did not match the small one that he spoke with, but he didn't put strength behind it, dropping the notes entirely at times so that the bass guitar could do the real talking. Finally, he wound the song down to match the insects again until that too faded into silence. Opening his eyes, Trey realized for the first time that he'd closed them. Adam leaned against the far wall and Trey met his eye without saying anything at first. Finally, he placed his bass guitar in his lap. "What do you think?"