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Her fingers flew over the frets as she warmed up, like they were an extension of her arm, and once again, I was momentarily mesmerized.
The crowd would be too.
I could feel it.
They would love her.
My gut had been guiding my career since day one, and it had never let me down.
We just had to get over a few of these early humps.
Like the first fucking show.
“Let’s go!” Ross called as the curtain went up. It was still dark, but we had a display of red and white spotlights moving back and forth across the stage.
Tommy ran to his drum set and climbed up, thumping on the bass drum a few times. The volume of the chanting got louder once they heard him.
“Knight-Knight-Knight-Knight!”
Kellan went next, hitting a chord and letting the sound reverberate through the room.
“Knight-Knight-Knight-Knight!”
Z was next, and he did a short five-second solo that got the crowd even more worked up.
I turned to Devyn, who was right behind me.
“You got this.” I didn’t know if she could hear me over the noise and the music, but she was close enough to read my lips. I reached out and squeezed her hand before bounding onto the stage.
“What’s up, Hollywood?” I yelled as the spotlight hit me. “Did you miss us?!”
“Knight-Knight-Knight-Knight!” The chant was almost deafening now and I lifted a fist in the air.
“Let me hear you say Onyx!” I yelled.
“Onyx!”
“Let me hear you say…” I drew it out, letting the whistles and catcalls fill the room. “KNIGHT!”
“Knight-Knight-Knight-Knight!”
“That’s right, you motherfuckers. We are Onyx fucking Knight, and tonight we have something really special planned. You wanna know what it is?” The first bra landed at my feet and I scooped it up, lacing around my mic stand and wondering how women could afford to throw them at us night after night. We got so many we’d started collecting and donating them to women’s shelters every few weeks on the road.
“We have a new bass player and you are going to fucking love her…”
More catcalls and whistles.
Tommy started a rhythmic pounding of the bass drum, and I lifted my hands over my head, clapping in time to it. “Let me see your hands!” I yelled.
Hands went up and the energy amped up a notch.
Good.
This was what I wanted.
“She’s not coming out until every god damn hand in the room is in the air! Let me see you clap.” I walked from one end of the stage to the other, watching the fans in the first few rows. There was no assigned seating tonight, a veritable free-for-all that would be a lot of fun once we got them all singing and dancing. Our music was technically hard rock, but we had the kinds of melodies that made people want to move, and tonight would be no different.
Hollywood was home, and this crowd was one of my favorites.
