Chapter 41

As I pulled into the parking lot of the warehouse where Craig had instructed me to go, I already missed Logan, but I quickly pushed the thought aside, determined to make a good first impression on my band. What would they be like? Would they be as good as Logan’s band? I took one step at a time, and then paused for a moment with my hand on the door when warm-up rifts rushed to my ears.

“The hell with it,” I said as I screwed up my courage and pulled the door open abruptly.

The music was immediately magnified as I stepped in and closed the door behind me. The lead guitarist’s fingers flew over the neck of his electric guitar, sending a thrill through me as the music penetrated my soul. Beside him, the bass and rhythm guitar players kept time with the beat of the drummer, as if it were no effort. They were good. Really good.

The drummer looked up, eyeing me from across the room, and immediately stopped. “May I help you?”