I don't understand why you stuck around. Wasn't there... I don't know... a light or something you could go into?"
"If there is one, I haven't seen it. The music room has been the only place where I could roam until now."
She reached for his hand on impulse, but her fingers slid through his onto the table and the cold electric tingle caused her to jerk her hand away in response. "Sorry."
"No need to be," he told her as he sat down on the edge of the table as if he were as solid as any living person, but she knew if she tried to touch him again, she wouldn't feel flesh, but energy of some sort. He no longer had a physical body and even though it appeared as if he were seated on the edge of the table, he wasn't. He floated slightly above it.
Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and his death was ruled an unfortunate accident. Despite the fact he can't recall what happened to him in his last moments of life, he is convinced he was murdered. He has been trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. She seeks help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lars' rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.
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