Tommy draped his arms over both of their shoulders and pulled them close. The three of them exchanged a heartwarming smile and continued to watch the boys with their instruments and Tessa’s gleeful accompaniment of gurgles and squeals. Jessi glanced at Jimmy, also beaming with pride as he watched the children. She envisioned the future and what it held for the little ones. “I think we may have just created the next generation of rock stars.”
“Yes,” Angel agreed. “I think in about 10 or 15 years the world will have a new rock band to follow.”
The End . . . For Now