“I do,” Willa whispers.
“I wanted to make her feel better. I would hold her while she cried and I supported her when she fought with her mom, but that wasn’t enough. So I asked myself, What do I know how to do? All I knew was music. And I wrote Vivi this song.”
“Gah!” Willa says. She can’t believe this!
Brett lifts his guitar out of its case. Willa knows nothing about guitars but she can tell this one is special. It’s dark wood with a mother-of-pearl pick guard, and the strap that goes over Brett’s head is embroidered. When he strums the first chord, Willa gets chills. She’s a person who has spent her entire life planning for some imaginary point in the future when she would achieve…perfect happiness. There’s a way in which Vivi’s death has freed her from this quest. Nothing will ever be perfect again because Vivi won’t be there to share it with her. Even if Willa lives to be a hundred and is surrounded by children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren, she will still miss her mother. So all she can hope for are unexpected moments of grace. Like now. Willa has met Vivi’s high-school boyfriend. She has seen pictures of her mother wearing liquid eyeliner and jeans that fit her like the skin on a grape.
Brett will now sing the song he wrote for Vivi.
“When we started going out, our song was ‘Stone in Love,’ by Journey,” Brett says. He pauses. “Have you ever heard of Journey?”
Willa takes a stab at it. “‘Don’t Stop Believin’’？”
“Yes. ‘Stone in Love’ is another song of theirs. We used to listen to it in the cassette deck of my Skylark, and Vivi would rewind it over and over again and we’d turn the stereo up and put the windows down and belt out the lyrics. That song came to define high school for me.” He strums another chord. “Do you have a song like that?”
“‘Castle on the Hill,’” Willa says. “By Ed Sheeran.” She feels like Brett might find Ed Sheeran silly, but his face lights up.
“Right, exactly, that’s another song about being a teenager in love, so it makes sense that it would appeal to teenagers in love.”
Yes; it’s one of Willa and Rip’s songs. They danced to it at their wedding.
“To be honest, Vivi and I were never exactly sure what ‘stone in love’ even meant. We thought it meant the purest, best kind of love a person could experience, and that’s your first love.”
Willa nods emphatically. She agrees. Rip, her one and only!
“There’s a line at the end of the song that goes ‘Golden girl, I’ll keep you forever.’ And that was the jumping-off point for my own song. Vivi was my golden girl. She was the one I would hold above all others.” He looks at Willa. “To this day, that’s true.”
“Will you play it?” Willa whispers.
Brett slaps the front of the guitar for rhythm, then launches into the song. It’s immediately catchy, a little bluesy, a little folksy, but with a rock beat. Brett’s voice is…sexy. This isn’t a word Willa wants to use, but it’s true. His voice has strength, tenderness, and a little bit of a rough edge. You’re my sunshine and my light, my treasure, my prize; you’re the fire in my eyes…my golden girl, my girl so bold, your path I’ll clear, your heart I’ll hold.
Willa can’t believe how good the song is. It’s every bit as good as Ed Sheeran. As soon as Brett finishes, Willa claps like crazy and says, “Play it again, please? I want to take a video of you singing so I have it.”
She thinks he might balk at the idea of being taped, but instead he smiles and sits up straighter. The sun is on his face, and the dunes and a thin blue ribbon of the ocean beckon beyond him. The song is even better the second time. Willa’s heart aches with the lyrics, and although she has never been to Ohio, she is suddenly there as her mother would have been, way back in the 1980s, her feet on the dashboard of Brett’s car, which thrums with the bass line of the stereo, wind rushing in through the windows, bringing the smell of fresh-cut grass, her heart filled with passion, restlessness. But if love doesn’t get any sweeter than this, then what is Vivi looking for?
Willa is envious that someone loved Vivi enough to write this song for her. And confounded that her mother never mentioned it. To anyone.
When Brett finishes, Willa says, “I can’t believe you’re not famous.”
“Well,” he says. “That’s the rest of the story.”
The rest of the story. His tone of voice—and the fact that he’s now managing a Holiday Inn in Knoxville, Tennessee—means the story doesn’t end the way it should.