Amplified by Tara Kelly

Author:Tara Kelly [Kelly, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781466805958
Google: GUzktxJfajEC
Amazon: 080509296X
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2011-10-25T04:00:00+00:00

We joined the crowd to watch Newton’s Whore perform after assembling our equipment backstage. Boots and worn sneakers took up almost every inch of the sticky black floor, and Rob Zombie’s “Superbeast” growled from the speakers. The air reeked of sweat, booze, and sly drags of cigarettes and pipes. I caught myself holding my breath.

Bryn and Veta charmed a group of pancake-faced girls in front of me. Their makeup glowed under the blue lights. Felix huddled over Samantha, whispering in her ear. They both giggled a lot.

“Hey, deer in headlights,” Sean said, his warm breath tickling my neck.

I shook my head. “You guys and your nicknames.”

His lips stretched into a small grin, and he leaned toward me again. “It’s a family thing. We can’t help ourselves.”

A guy with a bleached Mohawk squeezed between us, his elbow catching me in the ribs.

“Watch it,” Sean said.

The guy turned, a cruel smile on his broad face. “Or what, Ramirez? You gonna cry to the bouncer and have me kicked out?” He laughed and shoved his way to the front.

Sean folded his arms, his jaw tensing.

“Nice guy,” I said.

“That’s Nate—one of Teddy’s friends,” he muttered.

As if on cue, several people up front started chanting for Teddy to get onstage. One would think he was the only person in that band.

I stood on my toes and brought my mouth to Sean’s ear. “This can’t be easy for you.”

He shrugged, but his eyes never left the stage. “I’ll live.”

Amy strutted out, carrying a blue Music Man bass. She’d paired a red and black tulle skirt with a tactical vest, and matching dread extensions protruded from her head like pigtails. I wasn’t sure if it was her first time playing live, but she looked like Xena up there—menacing and gorgeous.

A lanky guy gave us a wolfish grin before getting behind the drums. The infamous Teddy, with long, dyed-black hair and a dragon tattoo above his left pec. It was obvious originality was the last thing on his mind.

Dave was all prettied up in a torn fishnet shirt and those tall boots with a million buckles. He gripped his pointy black guitar, testing his pedals. Not that he used much variety.

The Felix of the band hid behind two keyboards and a laptop. I couldn’t tell if this person was male or female, but I envied them. At least nobody could see if there was fear in their eyes.

“What’s up?” Amy’s voice boomed out to us.

The crowd answered with hoots, whistles, and a remark about her tits. A comment like that probably would’ve sent me running off the stage, but Amy grinned wider.

“Thanks, they’re real,” she said.

“Can I check?” the annoying pervert asked.

Amy’s pierced eyebrows rose. “Only if you want my boot up your ass.” She’d have no problems overcoming the scrawny guy, either; her tattoo sleeves didn’t hide the sinewy muscles in her arms.

I glanced at Sean, but his expression hadn’t changed. He just stared straight ahead, like he was trying to see through her.

A dirty synth and a kick drum started up, vibrating the floor and every part of my body.

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