He stood in the doorway until I turned off the amplifier.

After he left, I stared at the unfinished recording.

I wanted to throw my headphones across the room.

Instead, I saved the file.

I named it Someday.

A few weeks later, I found that Dad had moved several pieces of old equipment from the garage.

There had been an amplifier, a set of speakers, and a battered mixing board I’d occasionally used when Marcus helped me record.

Now they were gone.