Chapter 15

I TAKE A SEAT AS far away from the angels as possible, at the far end of the row.

The view really is incredible, and I sit for a while just looking down at the crowd. Somewhere in the mass of bodies, Grace, Zee and Jamie are singing, dancing, probably crying (tears of joy, of course).

I'd love to spot them, but I know the chances are slim.

As I think of my friends, it dawns on me that since getting into the limo with Felix, I haven't messaged them even once. They have no idea that I'm even at the concert.

I try calling Zee first. Her phone rings for ages, and eventually I get through to her voice mail. When she doesn't pick up I try Jamie, with no luck.

It must be so noisy on the floor that they aren't hearing their ringtones.

Calling Grace isn't an option – she doesn't even have a phone.

Her parents think that cell phones equal sexting, which equals underage sex, which equals teen pregnancy, dropping out of school and a life turning tricks o