The line outside the club stops around the corner of the street, in front of a fast-food restaurant that Marcus had insisted we stop at to get some wings. Strobe lights flash from inside the building, dancing across the asphalt road, where cars are scarce because of the sheer number of people packed outside. “Man,” Marcus sighs. “I thought we were early.” He drags a hand through his hair. “We might not get in.” Truth be told, I don’t want to go inside. I’m tired, exhausted, with my feet throbbing from moving around all afternoon and evening. The slushie place was fun—and they had amazing pizza, as Shane said, but then we went to a studio owned by one of Marcus’s friends, where I found out that he was an upcoming artist. He didn’t sound half-bad, but by the tenth retake, my ears were already bleeding. And now, this. I tuck my lips together, muffling a yawn. Shane turns, his brows furrowing in worry. “Hey…” he murmurs. “You okay? We can call it a night if you want
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