[Found in Oblivion 01.0 - 02.0] Bedded Trouble by Cari Quinn

Author:Cari Quinn [Quinn, Cari]
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: Rainbow Rage Publishing
Published: 2018-05-18T06:00:00+00:00

Epilogue

September

This definitely ranked as one of the most interesting shows Michael had ever performed.

Rather than a front row of fans rocking out, this first row was full of kids and their parents. The second and third rows too. The rest of the people were standing, clustered in groups at the back of the newly built tasting room at Happy Acres Orchard—and now Winery. His grandparents had decided to open up their brand new winery with some entertainment, and who better than Warning Sign?

They weren’t exactly the kind of musical act one would expect to find at an orchard filled with kids and families, but the band had enjoyed coming up with a child-friendly set. Between his own experience with Axl, and Molly’s with her nephew, Dylan, and niece, Brianna, plus Elle’s with her nieces, Charlotte and Avery, the band was full up on kid time and knew what might work for a younger crowd.

Of course Juliet, West, and Ryan hadn’t been as excited until they’d started jamming out to some Sesame Street classics, and hell, who didn’t enjoy those? Add a rock flair and everyone had a good time.

Plus, Nick had allowed them to play his song, “Lullaby”. The tune only occasionally came out at Oblivion’s acoustic sets, on account of the fact it was a song he’d written for his twins. Oddly enough, most hard rock crowds didn’t appreciate being lulled into unconsciousness at the end of a show.

This bunch though? They were lapping it up. Literally, since at least a fourth of the audience had apple juice boxes or applesauce cups.

Michael strummed through the end notes of “Lullaby” on his well-loved Gibson, which had stickers all over the back from his travels. As a teenager, he’d been stupid enough to slap stickers on the wood casing rather than his travel case. Now he liked the vintage, distressed look of the guitar, and especially loved the way the instrument purred under his touch like a well-satisfied woman. As the song came to a close, he eased back and let Elle take over, using the moment to finish up with some percussion with his hand gently thumping the guitar.

They had their own full-time percussion now though, and it wasn’t Ryan, currently working his magic on a triangle. At the beginning of the song, he’d played a piccolo. The kids had stared up at Ry as if he were the Pied freaking Piper.

But on the drums was Malachi fucking Shawcross. He seemed more than a little shell-shocked at playing for a bunch of rugrats and their parents, but he appeared to be having a good time. Even Michael’s gruff, often sullen older brother loved Lila’s parents. Back when he’d had no use for Lila, he’d still been won over by Gram and Pop. Who wouldn’t be? For two boys from sun-drenched California who’d never seen snow, Happy Acres had been like an oasis. Crisp leaves, juicy apples, a real family. They’d been as starstruck as some of these kids were now at seeing their instruments and amps.

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