As a kid, I loved to improvise melodies and harmonies on the piano. When I was a freshman in high school in 1977, my parents encouraged me to take a jazz improvisation class, which I didn’t like so much. It was held at the local college in a piano lab, a large room containing many keyboards, where students played, using headphones. We were given exercises, and the instructor listened to each of us and talked to us through our headphones, mostly telling us what we were doing wrong and offering little praise. He also insisted we listen to nothing but jazz, which, for a teenager who enjoyed popular music, didn’t go over well. I made it through the course, but it turned me off jazz for several years.
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Copyright July 2019 by DLD Books
When Eve went to her high school senior prom, she wore a red dress that her mother had made for her. That night, after dancing with the boy of her dreams, she caught him in the act with her best friend. Months later, Eve, a freshman in college, is bullied into giving the dress to her roommate. After her mother finds out, their relationship is never the same again.
Twenty-five years later, Eve, a bestselling author, is happily married with three children. Although her mother suffers from dementia, she still remembers, and Eve still harbors the guilt for giving the dress away. When she receives a Facebook friend request from her old college roommate and an invitation to her twenty-five-year high school class reunion, then meets her former best friend by chance, she must confront the past in order to face the future.