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“Just stop. Stop,” Molly yelled and put both her arms up. Copper bangles jangled and her wild blond hair flew around her shoulders.
And so the drama llama turned.
Juliet swung her bass behind her back, then dragged her hair up into a messy bun. If they could just get through a few songs before Mol lost her fucking shit, then maybe they could finish practice this century.
Juliet’s phone pulsed in her back pocket, but she ignored it. There was no way she was fishing it out right now.
“Start at the top of ‘Echo’.” Molly wound her microphone cord around her wrist.
“Of course.” Malachi slapped his high hat into silence. “Wouldn’t want to show anything less than perfection in practice, your highness.”
Molly swung around. “You’re goddamn right. If you don’t like it, you can disappear again.”
Michael stepped forward. He usually took on the peacemaker role, except when he was starting stuff with his brother himself. But after his Vegas wild weekend and subsequent wedding to Chloe, a single mother, earlier in the year, Juliet couldn’t deny that Michael had mellowed.
The rest
of them, however? Not so much.
“All right, let’s just start over, huh?” Michael held up a hand to Mal. “We’re all on edge.”
“Stop being such a suck up to your brother. If he’s going to leave, he’s going to leave.”
“Christ, Mol.” Michael lifted his guitar over his head and set it in a stand. “Do you have to be such a bi—”
Molly tipped her head. “What? Don’t cut off on my account.”
Michael was going to saw off his tongue if he kept trying to censor himself. And yes, Molly was being a bitch. She’d been in that mode all week.
The last show hadn’t gone great. It hadn’t been bad by any means, but they were still finding their rhythm. The problem was, Marauding Molly didn’t accept anything less than perfection. She was all business, all the fucking time.
This was supposed to be fun, dammit.
Lately, not so much.
But man, when they were on, they were so freaking on. Simply perfection. Juliet had never known anything like it. Too bad it was only one out of three shows. Mal on the drums had increased it from one out of ten though. They were almost there. So fucking close.
If Molly would just cut them a break.
Juliet crossed to Molly. “All right, enough. Michael’s too polite to call you a bitch, but I’m not. You’re over the line. We’ve done ‘Echo’ literally eight times.”
Molly peered down at her—the girl was stupid tall. Even worse with the hooker boots she loved to wear. “We’ll do it another eight until we get it fucking right.”
“We’re not going to do it right if you keep screaming at everyone. Go fucking chill out.”
Molly’s eyes flashed and her fists tightened.
“Go ahead. I’ll knock you flat on your ass.”
Molly growled, but backed down. They’d gotten into it once already, and she talked a lot, but Molly didn’t know how to throw a punch to save her life.
Unfortunately for her, Juliet did.
Molly was an expert hair puller though, and Juliet had just gotten a blowout. She really didn’t want to ruin her hair.
Luckily, they hadn’t come to that since the first weeks they’d been together as a band after Malachi had joined. Reluctantly to say the least, but he’d signed on the dotted line. He was a member of Warning Sign too.
They all were equal members. Equal freaking footing.
