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getting close to being able to release new music and get back on the
road.
    Luke sang and he looked great doing
it. When it came time to solo, Gray looked at Jake and nodded. He smiled and
they both started to play the same solo. The backing of Mack and Trent on the
rhythm held the song together.
    When the song finished up, Gray
couldn’t help but clap.
    “That was amazing,” he said. “I needed
that so bad.”
    “That’s why we’re here,” Luke said.
“And so I could finally sing in front of you guys.”
    “Yeah,” Mack said. “Are you trying
to give me a heart attack?”
    Luke laughed. “I didn’t want to
just tell you guys that I was doing better. That I wanted to show you.”
    “So it doesn’t hurt?” Gray asked.
    “Not at all. I mean, I haven’t sung
more than a few songs together, you know? But it’s small steps. It seems my
voice didn’t lose anything either.”
    “Not at all, man,” Mack said. “You
sound great.”
    “You guys sound great,” Luke said.
“I think we’re ready.”
    “Are you sure?” Trent asked. “I
don’t want to rush anything. Recording is a bitch, you know that.”
    “I’m thinking if we can get one
song recorded and get it to Frank and the record company, it’ll blow their minds
away,” Luke said.
    “We could get it out to the fans,”
Jake said. “Show them we’re still here.”
    “Exactly,” Luke said. “And if my
voice feels okay after recording that, maybe we can schedule some appearances.”
    “Is that too much?” Gray asked.
    Luke stood up. “No, I’m not talking
about a tour. I’m talking radio. Television. We can play a song or two just to
show we’re back. The fans have been so damn loyal.”
    “They have,” Mack said. He reached
for the vodka and drank.
    Mack passed the bottle to Gray. He
stared at the bottle for a few seconds, letting all the events of the day slip
through his mind one more time. He couldn’t change a thing now. Now it was time
to talk business. To talk about music, the band, and to enjoy the dream he had
worked so hard to create.
    “To Luke,” Gray said. “To Fallen
Tuesday.”
    Gray drank from the bottle and then
held it out. The vodka burned like hell, but it tasted so good. He took another
drink and then gave the bottle back to Mack.
    “To all of us,” Luke said. “We can
do this.”
    “Yeah,” Gray said. “So, why don’t
we work on that new song?”
    “I’ve got lyrics,” Luke said. He
started to flip through his notebook.
    “Wait a second,” Mack said. “Are we
positive?”
    “I need this,” Gray said. “There’s
one of two things that’s going to happen with Peter. He’s going to die or be
messed up. If he dies, I’ll never know anything about him. How he felt. Why he
made these decisions. The other option is that he wakes up. I’ll get my hands
on him, say what I have to say, and then hope he will clean himself up once and
for all. While that sounds that like the better option, I can’t help but ask
myself if I want to know everything. What if he was dealing drugs? Does he owe
money to anyone? Is there a target on his back?”
    Mack looked at Luke. Then Trent.
Then Jake. Finally, he looked at Gray. He put his fingers to his guitar and
strummed.
    “All you had to say was play the
damn song .”
    That was all Gray needed to hear.
It felt good to get all that off his chest, and the best part was that nobody
answered his questions. They knew Gray so well that they understood he wasn’t
looking for actual answers.
    Mack continued to strum the chord
until the rest of the guys were ready and started to play too. In a matter of
four tries, one small argument, and twenty minutes later, Gray felt his breath
run short. They’d just played the new song all the way through without
stopping… and Gray knew it was going to be a hit. A big hit.
     
    *
     
    The ice cream kept calling her
name, pulling her from the couch and the crummy reality shows she watched to chase
away the wild images of Gray