Two Way Street - Chapter Eighteen

Emily caught Owen’s eye mid song and exchanged a grin. This was their largest crowd yet, and the audience was loving it. The energy feedback was pure adrenaline and looking down upon the upturned faces surrounded by a blur of light, sound and movement was intoxicating. There were moments, she thought, when she could see the potential to become addicted to performing, to the screams of the crowds, to their adulation.

Watching Owen perform was one of the sexiest things she had ever seen. He loved the stage, working it and the audience as if he were born to do so. His hair clung to his face in sweaty curls as he leant over the guitar, and the white t-shirt he wore was plastered to his body with sweat, reminding her of the wet-t-shirt photo shirts featuring hunky firemen. There was a magnetism to him during a performance that made her stomach curl with lust, and she was not alone in that. The women loved him. Not a gig went by that he did not leave with dozens of coasters scrawled with p