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favorite, but something different than the hot chicken. It offered a lot more variety, which was probably a good thing for a Nashville newbie, and it was one of her favorites.
“Do you have a recommendation?” he asked. “And preferably one that won’t make me breathe fire?”
She stifled a chuckle. Maybe hot chicken had been a little too hot for his first Nashville meal, but at the time he’d seemed kind of brash and cocky, and had also been subtly putting down Kenzie’s preferred music genre. Torturing him, at least a tiny bit, had been fun. Since then, though, Chase had proven himself to be a gentleman as well as a serious musician who seemed to be gaining a respect for country music. Or at lest Kenzie’s music. She was inclined to go a little easier on him now.
“The Tennessee Philly, with brisket, is always a winner,” Kenzie said. “Or the fried catfish is another good choice.”
“Which are you having?”
“Hmm.” Kenzie studied the menu. “Neither.” On the occasions she’d come here with Jesse, she’d always ordered only a simple house salad without meat. The last thing she wanted was to endure more snarky comments about her weight and her appearance. In the first couple months after her treatment, she still gravitated toward the “rabbit” food and low calorie options, which her therapist said was natural. Over time, though, as her confidence and her strength returned, so did her appetite. It was a tremendous relief to not have to feel guilty about her dinner choices or fear the consequences. “I’m having the redneck burrito.” It was a burrito with smoked pulled pork, baked beans, barbecue sauce and slaw. “It’s always been my favorite.”
Their server came, and she placed the order with confidence, no longer hearing the echoes of Jesse’s voice telling her, “It’s disgusting. You’re disgusting. You better have the salad.” It was nice to be free.
Chase took her recommendation for the Tennessee Philly, then asked, “Do you come here a lot?”
“Not in quite a while, actually, but it’s a good place, and not far from where I live,” she said. “How do you like Nashville so far?”
“I like it a lot,” Chase said. “Not that I’ve seen much, but it’s very vibrant, alive. There’s always something going on. And you’re right in the thick of it, here.”
Kenzie nodded. “Yeah, that’s why live where I do. I like being right in the thick of it, as you put it.” She took a drink of water. “After lunch, there’s some place I want to take you, if you don’t have other plans.”
“Nope, nothing else to do,” Chase said. “It’ll be good to see some of the city. I figured on being holed up all day working on the song.”
“Yeah, you and me both, especially the way I fought the words last night. I can’t believe we got it done so fast.” And better yet, she liked it. A lot. Hopefully Keith would, too.
“I know,” Chase said. “We just seemed to find the zone, for lack of a better term. The only person I’ve worked so well with in writing a song is my band mate, Jordy. But we’ve been buds since high school, and been writing songs almost as long. To find a songwriting chemistry like that with someone I only met a few days ago is pretty incredible.” His voice and his face grew more animated as he talked. One thing was for sure. Chase loved music.
“Do you you collaborate on songs with a lot of other people?” Kenzie asked.
“No, not really,” he said. “Jordy and I write almost everything for A New Horizon. Sometimes Garrett, that’s our drummer, will write some with us, but it’s mainly Jordy and me.”
“Like Lennon and McCartney?” Kenzie said, teasing a little.
Chase let out a raucous laugh. “Yeah, right. We may have one platinum album, but we’ll need a lot more to even come within spitting distance of legends like that. It’s nice to dream, though.”
“That it is.” Kenzie had plenty of dreams herself. At the top of the
“Do you have a recommendation?” he asked. “And preferably one that won’t make me breathe fire?”
She stifled a chuckle. Maybe hot chicken had been a little too hot for his first Nashville meal, but at the time he’d seemed kind of brash and cocky, and had also been subtly putting down Kenzie’s preferred music genre. Torturing him, at least a tiny bit, had been fun. Since then, though, Chase had proven himself to be a gentleman as well as a serious musician who seemed to be gaining a respect for country music. Or at lest Kenzie’s music. She was inclined to go a little easier on him now.
“The Tennessee Philly, with brisket, is always a winner,” Kenzie said. “Or the fried catfish is another good choice.”
“Which are you having?”
“Hmm.” Kenzie studied the menu. “Neither.” On the occasions she’d come here with Jesse, she’d always ordered only a simple house salad without meat. The last thing she wanted was to endure more snarky comments about her weight and her appearance. In the first couple months after her treatment, she still gravitated toward the “rabbit” food and low calorie options, which her therapist said was natural. Over time, though, as her confidence and her strength returned, so did her appetite. It was a tremendous relief to not have to feel guilty about her dinner choices or fear the consequences. “I’m having the redneck burrito.” It was a burrito with smoked pulled pork, baked beans, barbecue sauce and slaw. “It’s always been my favorite.”
Their server came, and she placed the order with confidence, no longer hearing the echoes of Jesse’s voice telling her, “It’s disgusting. You’re disgusting. You better have the salad.” It was nice to be free.
Chase took her recommendation for the Tennessee Philly, then asked, “Do you come here a lot?”
“Not in quite a while, actually, but it’s a good place, and not far from where I live,” she said. “How do you like Nashville so far?”
“I like it a lot,” Chase said. “Not that I’ve seen much, but it’s very vibrant, alive. There’s always something going on. And you’re right in the thick of it, here.”
Kenzie nodded. “Yeah, that’s why live where I do. I like being right in the thick of it, as you put it.” She took a drink of water. “After lunch, there’s some place I want to take you, if you don’t have other plans.”
“Nope, nothing else to do,” Chase said. “It’ll be good to see some of the city. I figured on being holed up all day working on the song.”
“Yeah, you and me both, especially the way I fought the words last night. I can’t believe we got it done so fast.” And better yet, she liked it. A lot. Hopefully Keith would, too.
“I know,” Chase said. “We just seemed to find the zone, for lack of a better term. The only person I’ve worked so well with in writing a song is my band mate, Jordy. But we’ve been buds since high school, and been writing songs almost as long. To find a songwriting chemistry like that with someone I only met a few days ago is pretty incredible.” His voice and his face grew more animated as he talked. One thing was for sure. Chase loved music.
“Do you you collaborate on songs with a lot of other people?” Kenzie asked.
“No, not really,” he said. “Jordy and I write almost everything for A New Horizon. Sometimes Garrett, that’s our drummer, will write some with us, but it’s mainly Jordy and me.”
“Like Lennon and McCartney?” Kenzie said, teasing a little.
Chase let out a raucous laugh. “Yeah, right. We may have one platinum album, but we’ll need a lot more to even come within spitting distance of legends like that. It’s nice to dream, though.”
“That it is.” Kenzie had plenty of dreams herself. At the top of the
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