Kal guessed he was ready for this concert. He'd decided it wasn't going to be a big deal. He was just going to enjoy himself. He had to start doing that before it was too, late. If he got nothing else from his dad on his visit, it was that one little kernel of just enjoying it when you could.
"Well, you sound great," Whitney was pleased that he was going to help out. She was sitting in their bedroom at the computer listening to him practice.
"Its just... they seldom ever let me help out in the recording studio," He sighed resting his arms on his electric guitar. "I mean, nobody tells me anything. Like maybe I'm pathetic, maybe I'm not good enough."
"You are good enough, don't let anyone tell you, you're not." Whitney smiled with happiness.
"Just for that, I think you should sing with us." Kal smirked.
"Me?" She laughed.
"I've heard you in the shower." He smiled. "And in the kitchen, even singing a couple of tunes when you're on the computer with You Tube."
"That's- really, not singing." She shook her head.
"Come on," Kal gave her a sly wink. "You can do it, I know you can." He nodded. "Come with us to the rehearsal tonight. Lets see what Floyd thinks. OK?"
"Well, I know you love me, I don't doubt that, but really, I don't have too."
"Yes, you do, it'll be fun. We'll have fun." He told her putting his guitar away.
"OK." She smiled with a shrug.
Kal just looked at her, thinking this would be the best concert. The best.