Your Neighborhood Regular: The Neighborhood #9 by Tarrah Anders

Author:Tarrah Anders [Anders, Tarrah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tarrah Anders, LLC
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

There are hay bales, lanterns on posts and a small sound stage in the middle of the woods just outside of Mercy.

I don’t even think the parties that the high schoolers throw out here are this nicely put together. The band that is playing has a professional set up and looks legit.

So why are they playing out in the middle of nowhere?

“Hey man, can you help me with this keg?” a guy asks in a deep voice from beside me.

I turn to look at him and he’s a big guy, he’s got some 5’o’clock shadow happening and looks like a tough guy.

“Sure thing,” I reply, “so, why do you think these guys wanna play out here?”

“Ah, that’s because Mr. M doesn’t want his father to know that he’s playing.”

“So, then why not go to the city?” I ask.

“Because, if he goes to the city, that’s too many people knowing he’s back on the scene, and Mr. M wants to stay on the down low to make sure he doesn’t bring attention to himself or the area.”

“So, who is this Mr. M?”

“Mr. M? You telling me you don’t know Mr. M?” the guy shakes his head in asking.

“I don’t, should I?”

“You from around these parts?” he asks.

“I live here, but I’m not exactly from here.”

“Ah,” he nods in understanding as if it’s something that he’s used to hearing.

We move three kegs to a hidden spot behind a bush, and then the stranger thanks me and then walks away without any more explanation.

I’m still left with no answers and a curiosity about whoever this Mr. M is.

The roar of the generator breaks the silence of the rustling trees and the lights hanging around the large space flicker on and come to life. It’s not too bright, but enough to lighten the space up a little.

Now, I see more people milling around the stage area, plugging things into amps and fiddling with a few other instruments. More onlookers are milling around the wooded area and looking around than I thought.

Madison smiles and walks over to where I’m standing in the middle of the field.

“Hey, making friends?” she asks.

“Just helping out where needed,” I reply. “Do you know who Mr. M is?”

She looks at me in confusion, “that sounds so ominous. I have no clue who you’re talking about, any clues?”

“The guys gotta be the front-runner of the band or something. The dude I was talking to made it sound like he was someone big.”

“Interesting,” she threads her arm through my arm on my hip and around my waist. “Thanks for coming out tonight, I think this is fun, a double date.” She says as Cooper and Nydia come up beside us.

“So, you guys doing good?” Cooper asks.

“Yeah, how did you guys hear about this?” I ask.

“Wyatt met one of the guys in the band the other day, and yeah. Speaking of which…” Cooper trails off as Wyatt and Miles approach.

We all share niceties as the band begins to sound check their instruments.

“This is

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