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203 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 20, 2014
”Wren backs me up, no-holds-barred blasting his instrument into fucking outer space, tearing up the back corner of the stage and making sure I’m aware of his presence. Kash sits in the back and drives his bass beat into our ears that hurts so good I want to cry. As for Blair, the haunting lull of her key board cries in the backdrop, like another voice an echo to my own.
I listen for Dax’s kit, let his booming beats drive me up to my toes, let him tell me when to bounce, when to spin around, when to move to the front of the stage and squat low, bleeding my guitar’s blood across the crowd. I rise to my feet, using the muscles in my legs to stand up fluidly, gracefully. I can’t let anyone see me fail now.
I scoot back, pause next to the microphone and open my lips from that first scream, a growling crawl that breaks from my throat and tears the audience to pieces. They’re no longer stunned by my speech. Now they’re just lost in the music. It’d be pretty fucking difficult not to succumb to the seductive lure of my axe.
“OFF with their heads,” I snarl, shaking my blonde hair back and forth and taking a few more steps back. I grind my guitar into my crotch, fucking it twice as hard as Turner fucked me last night – and that’s saying something.
...OFF. WITH. THEIR. FUCKING." I stop gasp in a massive breath and snatch the microphone in both hands, tonguing the shit out of it with the final word to the song. "Heads." The word comes out in a moaning whimper, and then I take a bow, letting my head hang low as the crowd explodes like a firework show, bursts of bright color and sound.
Sweat drips from my forehead to the stage floor, but I know I'm not done yet. I am just getting started."


