Our Lost Baby, His Eternal Muse

My husband’s childhood sweetheart was about to go on stage for her big concert, but her lead guitarist got into a car wreck on the way to the venue.

In the middle of the backstage chaos, my husband, Ethan, calmly picked up an electric guitar from the rack.

As the heavy bass and dynamic chords filled the arena, the crowd went absolutely wild. No one in the audience realized he was just a last-minute substitute.

From the VIP wings, I watched Cleo, his childhood friend, excitedly grab his hand on stage.