They were never supposed to be in the same room.
Eddie glances from me to Andrew. I look away, eyes moving to the floor.
“You’re the Irish guy.”
Andrew nods. “That’d be me.”
Eddie turns away; I can see the back of his hand raise to his mouth. When he turns back, he nods. “Great. You sing little Irish folk songs?”
Andrew grimaces. “I’m from Belfast. I sing blues.”
I want to step in, but I see the stubborn, jealous look in Eddie’s eyes and remove myself.
“More blues than you’d know in your lifetime,” Andrew says.