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The iconic guitars of “Suicide Blonde” filled the dark room.
Molly used the lower registers of her ridiculous voice range.
Ryan pulled out his maracas and chased Juliet around the stage.
West flipped his harmonica into his palm and took a deep breath. It was a fast song and he raced to keep up with Molly as the lyrics came out like bullets. Elle flew across the stage with her acoustic guitar and Michael dueled her for every note with his electric Gibson with its dirty, gritty feel.
INXS was a timeless band that appealed to all ages. And while their fans skewed young, Guitar Hero and the million and one music games out there kept the classics alive.
Ryan ran up to the balcony with his sax in tow and played into the darkness until the spotlight found him. The crowd went into a frenzy and a sea of flashbulbs and red lights filled the room.
As one song bled into another Molly owned the songs one after another. From Michael Hutchence’s slinky sexualized showmanship to the freedom and vocal powerhouse of “Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover” it sliced off another ten minutes of their set until everyone a sweaty mess.
The rest of the set was a blur of sing-alongs and fan favorites. And finally Molly climbed onto Mal’s drum riser and held her hands up. “Here’s to Us” came through loud and proud as she started the song acapella.
The fan club knew every damn word.
It was a favorite on their set lists. A good bar band song to sing to and a signal to the end of their night. Lighters went up and the house lights went bright enough for them to be able to see everyone in the crowd.
Arms up and swaying as a unit.
Songs like these reminded him why he loved Warning Sign. Even when the bad days outweighed the good sometimes, it was the nights like this he lived for.
And in the front of the crowd was his girl laughing and singing along. They didn’t bother with the fake back and forth of an encore. Instead Elle and Jules stood shoulder to shoulder and started the opening chords to “In Your Arms” which was their biggest single to date.
It showcased every strength they had as a band. His pianos in a haunting backdrop to Molly’s epic vocals. Malachi’s drums were like thunder and Michael and Ryan layered guitars until Elle came to the front of the stage and shone like a damn beacon with her solo.
So quiet and so epic on the flipside.
The perfect storm.
Molly’s voice echoed into the rafters as they closed out the show with a united front. As they took their final bows, they all held hands—even Mal—and waved to the people that made all of the angsty bullshit worth it.
As the filed into the greenroom it felt too quiet, too emotional to talk. Adrenaline flowed out of each of them until there was no room for quiet and the room exploded with conversations. Play-by-plays of the best songs of the night and of course, Molly with her infinite criticisms.
She’d never be truly happy with a set, but tonight was damn close.
He scanned the room for Lauren. Instead of waiting for her to come to him, he left the party and found her on the fringes of the crew. She was typing on her phone furiously. She’d pinned up her hair and had stripped down to a tanktop in the sweatbox they called a venue.
He crossed to her and caught her around the waist.
She laughed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “That was amazing.”
His skin sizzled with need. There was too much energy inside his body. From the marrow of his bones out to the callouses of his fingertips, he felt like a live wire.
He slanted his mouth across hers and murmured her name like a prayer. He took her by the hand and pushed through the last of the crew breaking down their equipment.
“West,” she said on a laugh. “The car is back that way.”
“I can’t sit in a car.”
She ran behind him, her fingers tight on his hand. They weaved in and around the alleyways behind the club to the main street where their hotel was. “You’re going to make me run the next eight blocks aren’t you? Does this body look like it does any running?”
He tugged her along. “Will the
incentive of my mouth on your beautiful pussy make it more appealing?”
She picked up the pace. “I’m listening.”
