Until the Last Note: Chapter Four - The Final Measure
The morning light brings a moment of truth. Brooks faces a choice: keep the tether tight or give Rey the freedom she’s been screaming for. In the heart of the French Quarter, they have to decide if their song is truly over or if the best part is yet to come. Chapter Four The Final Measure Brooks The light in New Orleans doesn’t just wake you up; it interrogates you. It creeps through the heavy velvet curtains in thin, uncompromising gold blades, illuminating the wreckage of the night before. My shirt lies on the floor, a ghost of white linen. Her violin case rests on the luggage rack, dark polished wood gleaming like a silent witness. And Rey… is a tangle of limbs and dark hair in the center of the bed, her breathing deep and steady. I stay still for a long time, watching the slow rise and fall of her shoulders. In the five years we were apart, I forgot how small she looks when she sleeps. On stage, she’s a titan—ten feet tall, wrapped in fire and music, a goddess who doesn’t need anyo...
