Sam knew what he’d heard was truthful, he’d seen it himself, but he had to ask again anyway, “You’re kidding, right?”
“No, totally serious,” said Lucca, turning his head to shoot Sam a quick glance. He was driving, which was probably a good thing otherwise Sam would be harassing him with more than questions. “Why would I lie about that? It’s embarrassing.”
Sam was dumbfounded. He desperately wanted to hug Lucca; he’d never received such a high compliment on his music before.
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