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Lisa seemed oblivious anyway and droned on. “All good. I’ve just seen online that DJ Ghost’s gonna be playing a set at Howlers this weekend. How about you, I, and Benny go check it out?” Georgia groaned. “You know I hate that place. Just a bunch of sweaty drunk guys trying to rub against us.” “Aw, c’mon George. You never wanna do anything fun with us. DJ Ghost’s awesome man. He does these deep house mixes that I’m so into right now. He’s got like a million followers on I***a already. I really wanna see him live.”

see what days have come –I am scared with her . Ding ding—a message .. Wow!!!! She accepted ..i thought she would reject me ..but she did send me the address. Wow ..it’ll be nice to meet you doc… Well I just get lost I her eyes ..by her behaviour –I feel that I want to talk and listen to her non-sense every day .. Oh oh – what’s happening.. Guess? Who else can it be? Obviously –my two stupid friends. .Aldrich and John [ There are two people named “JOHN” , My Uncle and my friend .. well every time I’ll be referring my Unlce as Uncle John .. and my idiot friend as “Jo”]

Halfway through the introduction, he turned to us with a peculiar smile on his face. “Is this an instrumental?” Bobby shook his head. “Johnny hasn’t decided yet. He was thinking about writing a few lines for it.” Reggie nodded. “Tell him not to bother. It’s perfect as-is.” The track ended, kicking into the grimy crunch of ‘Gypsy’. The opening was so abrupt it gave Reggie a start. He fidgeted in his seat and tapped his fingers to Bobby’s machine gun percussion. That song was one of the few which contained Johnny’s recorded vocals, and it had a hell of a hook in the chorus:

How can he say those shameless words like nothing? "Oh, naughty Jen, do not tell me that you want the physical demonstration of all this," he said manipulating me. I was about to answer him while suddenly my phone started to rung and displays Vic's name on the screen. "Yeah Vic, you call me at this hour of the night, is everything alright?" I asked as I picked up her call. "Amm, I'm sorry Jen. I know it's your first wedding Night. So is okay if I talk and if not then it's okay I'll call you later," Vic sounded depressed.

Justin blinks a couple of times, his eyes seemingly playing with him right now. He mindlessly looked at his phone, checking Jini's text. Sorry, justin. I can't make it. Got an emergency at home. Sorry. Justin glanced up, blinks a couple of times even more, wanting to make sure he's not hallucinating. Because standing right in front of him, in his house, is no other than Grey Ray. And he's not looking so happy.

I killed him. Out of nowhere I feel a hand in mine, both of us playing drums on the steering wheel, discovering how to break the chord of my reflections with its sweet and delicate touch. The moment I look to the side, Justin is just inches from my face, the gleam of his chocolate eyes catching me. "Everything is fine, okay?" I'm here with you and everything is fine, Gabriel. He breathes deeply and slowly, articulates himself with a voice, communicating true serenity to me. I am with you love. Currently and consistently.

My assistant poked her head in, her expression a little strange. “Ms. Morgan, there’s a gentleman downstairs asking for you. He said… his name is Leo.” The office fell completely silent. Travis’ smile faded. I stayed quiet for a few seconds before speaking calmly. “Tell him I don’t want to see him.” “He said… if you don’t see him, he’ll just wait downstairs until you do,” my assistant said hesitantly. I frowned slightly. Travis stood up. “I’ll handle this.” “No,” I called after him. “Let him come up.”

Enzo quickly moved away from me. There was the sound of shuffling in the darkness, then someone stepped into the light. It was Justin. He was holding his guitar. Everything in my whole body cringed when he started playing his guitar and singing. It was a song that we had listened to the first night we hung out, and it was the song that we had our first kiss to. Under any other circumstance, I would have found this gesture sweet. But now, it just made me even more embarrassed. When he finished singing, the lights turned on and the rest of the team flooded in while Justin gazed at me with sorrow in his eyes.

I know their weakness. As soon as the bus lurches forward, I hit play on the Bears’ goal song. The horn bellows, low and primal, reverberating in my chest like a heartbeat gone wild. Drums smash in, guitars scream, and chaos fills the cramped space. Jace is uncontainable whooping, throwing his arms like he’s trying to tear the roof off, twisting the lyrics of “It’s Raining Men” into some warped, victorious chant: “It’s raining goals.”

“I thought ghosts had no importance. Are you gonna make her come alive or just ruin the floor with oil?” I didn’t look up. “Give me twenty minutes, then come back and decide if you want to pay me or pray for me.” He snorted, but he stayed to watch. I felt his eyes on my back as I worked on the clutch, replaced the plates and adjusted the cable. When I hit the starter and the engine jerked. I tried again one time and it coughed to life. I absolutely loved the way Jude’s jaw went slack. “Damn,” he muttered. “Guess the ghost still got hands.”