Fight the Spark: Sons of Sinners Part 1 (A Rock Star Romance) by Grace James

Author:Grace James [James, Grace]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-10-02T16:00:00+00:00

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The following Friday, Hayley drove us to Galvanize, where Sons of Sinners were headlining. We were on the guest list, so we managed to jump the huge line outside. Before the opening act had even finished, the venue was packed to capacity and we were crowded in on all sides.

“I’ve never seen so many Sons of Sinners t-shirts all in one place,” Hayley grinned as yet another fan walked past wearing their name and logo.

“They have actual, real fans,” Mel said. “I just overheard a guy say that he came from Phoenix to watch this show.”

“It is a little surreal,” I agreed. “And I feel a little bad for not owning a Sons t-shirt.”

Mel shook her head. “Bad groupie.”

“Derren gave me one,” said Hayley. “He likes me to wear it in bed.”

“I’ll bet he does!” laughed Mel. “His ego probably loves that!”

“Not just his ego.” Hayley winked and giggled. “Come on.” She gestured to the stage. “The guys will be on soon, let’s get to the front.”

The stage lights winked out as we snaked through the crowd, eventually finding ourselves right against the railing at the front.

“We’re close enough to distract them,” Hayley smirked evilly.

“The crowd is so big tonight they won’t even realize where we are,” I said.

“If you flash them, they’ll soon realize,” Mel quipped, grinning.

I laughed. “We won’t be able to distract Connor, even with boobs. He’ll be in the Drum-Zone.”

She shrugged. “So flash someone else.” A mischievous grin lit her face.

“Whichever one of us makes them screw up the most wins!” Hayley announced.

“We can’t really do that!” I looked at her incredulously.

“Oh, we so can!”

“I don’t want them to mess up, this is a big show.”

“Come on Amy, they won’t really mess up. No one will pick up on it apart from us –we’ll only be able to tell ‘cause we’re making them screw up and because we’ve seen them perform these songs so many times. Remember when that drunk dude threw a beer bottle at Kane’s head and he barely even missed a note?” Hayley was bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet like she was warming up for a boxing match.

I pursed my lips to stop from smiling. “What do we win?”

“A Sons t-shirt from the merch stand.”

“You already have one,” I pointed out.

“Then you can buy me a CD.”

“You already own them all.”

“That’s not really the point of the game!” She threw her arms up, exasperated.

“Okay, okay, I’ll play,” I laughed.

“I’m in too,” Mel agreed.

On cue, the lights dimmed again and I saw Connor’s shadow jog to the drum kit and settle behind it. The spotlight sparked and illuminated him against the backdrop of the band’s banner. He hammered out a brief, booming solo before stopping dead as darkness descended again.

Then three spotlights flared to life, this time pinning Kane, Derren and Connor to the stage. They played a snippet of Tails, You Lose, one of the band’s most well known tracks. Timed to perfection, they cut off exactly as the lights blinked out.

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