The Invisible Thread (The Unbreakable Thread Book 2) by Lisa Suzanne

Author:Lisa Suzanne [Suzanne, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Books by LS, LLC
Published: 2018-04-22T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

ETHAN

The adrenaline rushes through me in the darkness. It’s that singular moment before it all begins. The only sound is the loud din of the crowd as screaming and yelling voices mesh together in a cacophony of excitement. I’ve taken my place behind my drum kit. Everyone waits on me to hit that first note, the deep pitch of the bass drum resonating through each person’s chest wherever they stand in the crowd.

My mind’s on Maci again, naturally. It shouldn’t be. This is where I need to focus because the last time my mind was on Maci while I played, the result was disastrous. I won’t let that happen tonight.

Tonight I’m playing for her, and I even admitted it in tonight’s pre-game huddle.

We haven’t had much time together since we parted ways at the studio earlier today, just a minute or two after her set before I had to run to a fan meet and greet, but she’s been on my mind every second of the day. This isn’t me, this fawning, lovesick fool. I don’t understand these feelings and I don’t like what they’re doing to me, yet at the same time I want to hold them as tightly as I can between my fingertips for fear they might fly away at any moment.

It’s terrifying, this thing called love.

I’m somehow more broken than ever, yet she makes me whole again. Drumming used to do that for me. Whenever I’d get antsy, I’d beat out a song on my kit and feel the rush of calm as it moved in a slow wave over me. When I couldn’t play, I’d turn to pot—usually. Sometimes other things, too. But now, she’s the one providing that rush.

And that scares the ever living fuck out of me.

I push it out of my mind and force myself to focus on what’s directly in front of me. My success is hers now because every part of me belongs to her in one way or another.

I push my foot down on the pedal of the bass drum, and the music begins. I toss my shirt off somewhere during our fourth song. I beat the shit out of my set tonight, and when it comes time for my solo right in the middle of the show, I play harder than I’ve ever played. Maybe it’s showboating again, or maybe it’s something else entirely. Some strange mix of angst and excitement settles into the pit of my stomach. This is where flaming drumsticks would fucking kill, but the lame little sparks fly out the front of the bass drum as I kill the end of my solo.

I hit the final cymbal with extra force tonight as I try to beat out that rush of adrenaline and love and confusing feelings that fills me. I hit it so hard that it tips over—rookie mistake, I know. It tips right into the bass drum just as the final flames shoot out of it. The bass shifts backward toward me, and all I see are flames everywhere as they seem to engulf me.

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