Bullet(33)

The guys were testing their instruments and the sound level of the mikes. In the midst of it all, Ethan spotted me. He came closer to the edge of the stage, I think to be sure it was me. Then he pointed at me and threw a thumb to the left side of the stage that was blocked by a wall flanked with the bands’ merch tables. Jill elbowed me. “I think he wants to see you.”

I sucked in a deep breath. Well, if she thought so, then I wasn’t losing my mind. I nodded. Time to bite the bullet. I grinned as I realized that stupid cliché was floating through my mind of the band that once wanted to be called Bullet. “Be right back.”

I walked toward the wall on the side of the building where the restrooms were located and where, I thought, I could get backstage. Ethan was right there at the opening. He pulled me into a warm embrace. “Val, God…I missed you.”

I was blinking, unbelieving, but I hugged him back. He was warm and firm and smelled good, and for a moment I forgot that I was trying to hold a grudge against him. I couldn’t help myself, because all those thoughts just melted away.

But that wasn’t the only trick up the boy’s sleeve. When we pulled back out of the hug, he buried me in a kiss. I was shocked at first, but my body knew what to do. Damn my brain for being too slow, because it would have ordered me to shove him away and tell him to f*ck off. But, no…one of my hands gripped his shoulders as though I were a rock climber who’d lost her footing, and the other hand wrapped around his neck. My lips parted and sucked him in.

And wow. What a kiss it was. Full of passion and promise. It was as though we were still dating. He loosened his grip and said, “Great to see you here. I didn’t know you’d be at the show.”

Well, apparently he wasn’t involved in marketing. That was probably all Brad. “I responded to the invite on Facebook.”

He looked sheepish and then nodded. “I wasn’t paying attention, I guess.”

Probably too busy getting blowjobs from cute blondes. Oh, now my brain decided to kick into high gear, but it was still a wuss. Yeah, heaven forbid I actually say what I was thinking out loud. Wouldn’t want to hurt Ethan… I just shrugged and smiled.

He kissed me again and said, “Glad you’re here.” He frowned then. “But I need to get back.” As he looked at me just before he left, I noticed that his eyes were dilated. Yeah, it was dark in there, but still…it made me wonder if he was on something…and if that something had influenced this sudden warmth.

I staggered back to my place next to Jill and Chad, and that’s when I saw how packed the place had become. There was a huge crowd. Jill was smiling. “So what did he want?”

I shook my head. “To confuse the hell out of me.”





Chapter Fifteen



FULLY AUTOMATIC PLAYED their first four songs and impressed the hell out of me. I imagined that they’d been practicing pretty much nonstop since Ethan and Zane had returned home, because their sound was polished. They sounded great all around, and their energy was unbelievable. Ethan and Brad both took turns singing songs, and for one of them, Brad even put his guitar down to croon to the crowd. I could tell he’d been working hard on vocals. They’d all been working hard.

But after the band had checked their instruments, they had a good ten minutes before the show started, and Brad had found me in the crowd. He came out and gave me a hug. “How are you, sweetheart?”

I don’t know why, but I really liked his greeting. It was affectionate but not overly intimate. “Great. So good to see you.”

“How’s your break so far?”

“Okay.” I smiled. “Better now.” He raised his eyebrows. “Oh, Brad, this is my old friend from high school Jill and her husband Chad.” He nodded to them and when Chad put out his hand, he shook it. “This is my very good friend, Brad Payne.”

“Very good friend? I feel privileged.” He kept his other arm around my shoulders, and I couldn’t help but notice it was still there…that animal attraction that dominated us both so powerfully. Just having him stand beside me, touching me, made every hair stand on end, and I imagined being in his embrace. “Nice to meet you folks.” He looked at me. “I gotta get backstage. See you later?”

I nodded. “You bet.” Sad…I was happier to talk to Brad than to have Ethan lay one on me.

So as he’d walked off, and I couldn’t take my eyes off his backside, Jill leaned over and said in my ear, “What’s up with you and this guy? Didn’t you say there was something strange going on between the two of you?”

I looked over at her. I wasn’t quite sure how to explain it. “I’ve kissed him. It’s…like he’s a sexual magnet that I’m drawn to.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Valerie! You?” Then she put her hands around my ear. “I’d tap that.”

I’d started giggling. But now we were watching the band begin their fifth song of the evening. They were solid, a far cry from when I’d heard them in Brad’s garage months earlier. They sounded just as good as many of the professional bands I’d purchased the music of. What I noticed most, though, was the new songs of Brad’s that I’d heard so far. It seemed as though he’d been working on making his lyrics less generic. That was real growth. He was pulling emotions and ideas from his heart and painting pictures with words instead of spewing out knee-jerk clichés that he’d heard over and over in other songs and on TV.

Ethan…well, there was nothing new from him. The new songs we’d collaborated on during the spring, sure, but nothing since. Not yet, anyway. Maybe later in the set, but I figured I wouldn’t hear anything, since they seemed to be packing in a lot of their new songs first.

More than halfway through their part of the show, they started playing a tune I thought I knew, but I couldn’t quite place it. Brad grabbed the mike and started to talk. “Colorado Springs, you’ve been great so far. Thanks for welcoming us here.” He stepped closer to the edge of the stage. “I want to do something a little different right now. A friend of mine is here in the audience. She’s written a lot of the words you’ve heard tonight. Anyway, this is a song we wrote together, and I’d really like to have her sing it with me.” What?! He pointed a finger at me and then crooked it toward himself, urging me to join him.

I felt a cold sweat break out all over my body. Yes, I’d heard his acoustic version over and over enough that I felt I could sing the right tune and I knew the words, but this…this wasn’t like when he had me sing in his garage (that was embarrassing enough). This was a real crowd of people. I looked up at him, shaking my head feverishly. “No!” I was frantic and considered walking the other way, out of the building.

But I’d underestimated the Brad’s pull on me. Part of me really did want to join him up there. He smiled at the crowd. “She’s a bit shy, folks. Why don’t we encourage her to come on up here?” The noise of the audience swelled with cheering, yelling, and whistling, and even Jill pushed me gently on the shoulder. He looked down at me again. “See, Val? Everyone wants to hear you. You can’t let them down now.”

Well, at this point, I’d look like a jerk or a bad sport if I didn’t at least try. So I took a deep breath and tried to look pissed. The stage was high, but Chad laced his hands together to make a step for me, and Brad reached down and helped me up. He picked up the mike again and said, “Please give Valerie a big hand.”

He had the biggest, most devilish grin on his face and gave me another hug. I said in his ear, “You could have at least warned me. I’m gonna kill you.”

“Gotta catch me first.”

I could tell by the look on Ethan’s face that he hadn’t known about this either. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or amused, but it didn’t matter. I was doing this, like it or not. Brad said into the microphone, “Let’s turn this shit up.” He slid the mike into the stand and then said to me, “I’ll sing the first verse, you do the second, and maybe we could harmonize on the bridge?”

The adrenaline rushing through my body was making my hands shake and my feet already felt numb. But on top of that, I felt woefully unprepared. “What about the choruses?”

“Same deal. That okay?”

My eyes were wide. “Yeah, sure. Why not?”

He grinned and suddenly I felt transported. I could feel the music when I was onstage, in my heart, my muscles, my veins. And I couldn’t actually see faces in the crowd, so that took a little of the edge off. I discovered the acoustic version Brad had emailed me was nothing like the electric one. It was low, in a minor key, and heavy. I didn’t know how well it would match the words.

I couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t look. The words were too personal, too close, way too f*cking intimate, and here he was gonna let the whole world know how I felt. He cozied up to the mike while striking the chords on his guitar. I glanced over and felt tremendous relief that he wasn’t looking at me, was instead focusing on the audience.