pumping as
I sing, growl, and sing my soul out for each and every person in
the audience, backstage, and for those who will likely see this on
a bootlegged copy of the show posted on YouTube. Without music, I
wouldn't be me. Without music, I wouldn't be whole.
Without Lucy, I'd be nothing and that's why
I've got a little surprise planned. We're on the last song and the
guys send me a wink. They know what I've got in mind, as do the
members of Blush, Cage, and Damian and they've helped me set it
up.
As I introduce the last song, I put a finger
to my lips and say, “Shhh.“ I hope the crowd catches on and doesn't
give it away. The roadies rush on stage and begin setting up and
that's when we all put a finger to our lips and whisper “Shhh“ into
our mics but keep right on playing.
The song ends and the crowd cheers. I'm
sweaty from the lights and exertion, but now I'm sweating for an
entirely different reason. Hell. Meggie, Jace, and Trace are
standing just off stage and I motion them forward. Sera's in back
distracting Lucy. Hopefully Lucy will cooperate and do what Sera
guides her to do. Knowing my woman, this may not go off as well as
I'd planned.
“Portland, you were one kick ass crowd
tonight! I'd like to do one last song. It's a little different from
our usual stuff. It's one we wrote two nights ago and it's a ballad
and I'd like to invite Blush up here to help us out.“
The crowd cheers and Meggie, Jace, and Trace
join us on stage. I'm sweating bullets. My heart's beating out of
my chest. I feel like I need to throw up. Shit. Still no Sera and
Lucy. I stall waiting for Blush to get set up, Ben starts talking
to the crowd. I take a breath. Sera walks on stage shaking her
head. Fuck.
“Alright, Portland. Looks like I need a
little help from you. It seems Lucy hasn't found her way to the
stage yet. What do you say we call her out?“
Xander stands up, knocks his sticks together
and chants “Lu-cy! Lu-cy! Lu-cy!“ The rest of us join in and it
takes mere seconds for the crowd to join us.
“Louder!“ Xander shouts.
They roar out her name and before long I see
Damian signal to me from off stage. I signal to the lighting techs
who drown us in darkness, except for the candles lit up on the
stage highlighting a trail of rose petals that lead right to me,
where I stand in the middle of a shit-ton of candles set out to the
shape of a heart.
I watch Lucy ask Damian what's going on. He
shrugs, making it seem like he has no idea what's going on. Guess
he's not such a fucker after all. Cage steps up behind Lucy and
covers her eyes with his hand. He says something into her ear and
she laughs. They start heading out onto the stage and the second
the fans see her, they let out a thunderous cheer. Her brows pinch
together but she's still smiling. I know she can see the rose
petals beneath her feet and the candles when her hand flies up to
her heart, then her mouth. She tries to look up but Cage
anticipates her move and moves with her.
“Uh, uh, uh, no peeking there, Luce,“ Kennedy
teases.
Her head tilts to the side and she laughs,
her hand resting against her heart.
When they reach me, I introduce him. “Cage
Nichols, everybody!“
They scream. Cage whispers to Lucy, kisses
her cheek, then removes his hand before he sends out a wave to the
crowd and makes his way off stage.
“What's going on, Jesse?“ she asks, her eyes
wide, her hand at her throat. She's nervous and, hell, so am I.
“Lucy,“ I begin, waiting for the noise to die
down. “There's this song…“
She laughs. I tilt my mic toward her.
“There's always a song.“
“True, true. But this one is different. It's
one we wrote; it's not our usual style; but it's one that delivers
the message loud and clear.“
She says, “Okay,“ but no one can hear her. A
roadie comes up with a pink stool for her to sit on. She raises a
brow and I grab one of her hands, helping her take her seat.
“Ready?“ Ethan asks. I nod.
The music starts, Lucy's
I sing, growl, and sing my soul out for each and every person in
the audience, backstage, and for those who will likely see this on
a bootlegged copy of the show posted on YouTube. Without music, I
wouldn't be me. Without music, I wouldn't be whole.
Without Lucy, I'd be nothing and that's why
I've got a little surprise planned. We're on the last song and the
guys send me a wink. They know what I've got in mind, as do the
members of Blush, Cage, and Damian and they've helped me set it
up.
As I introduce the last song, I put a finger
to my lips and say, “Shhh.“ I hope the crowd catches on and doesn't
give it away. The roadies rush on stage and begin setting up and
that's when we all put a finger to our lips and whisper “Shhh“ into
our mics but keep right on playing.
The song ends and the crowd cheers. I'm
sweaty from the lights and exertion, but now I'm sweating for an
entirely different reason. Hell. Meggie, Jace, and Trace are
standing just off stage and I motion them forward. Sera's in back
distracting Lucy. Hopefully Lucy will cooperate and do what Sera
guides her to do. Knowing my woman, this may not go off as well as
I'd planned.
“Portland, you were one kick ass crowd
tonight! I'd like to do one last song. It's a little different from
our usual stuff. It's one we wrote two nights ago and it's a ballad
and I'd like to invite Blush up here to help us out.“
The crowd cheers and Meggie, Jace, and Trace
join us on stage. I'm sweating bullets. My heart's beating out of
my chest. I feel like I need to throw up. Shit. Still no Sera and
Lucy. I stall waiting for Blush to get set up, Ben starts talking
to the crowd. I take a breath. Sera walks on stage shaking her
head. Fuck.
“Alright, Portland. Looks like I need a
little help from you. It seems Lucy hasn't found her way to the
stage yet. What do you say we call her out?“
Xander stands up, knocks his sticks together
and chants “Lu-cy! Lu-cy! Lu-cy!“ The rest of us join in and it
takes mere seconds for the crowd to join us.
“Louder!“ Xander shouts.
They roar out her name and before long I see
Damian signal to me from off stage. I signal to the lighting techs
who drown us in darkness, except for the candles lit up on the
stage highlighting a trail of rose petals that lead right to me,
where I stand in the middle of a shit-ton of candles set out to the
shape of a heart.
I watch Lucy ask Damian what's going on. He
shrugs, making it seem like he has no idea what's going on. Guess
he's not such a fucker after all. Cage steps up behind Lucy and
covers her eyes with his hand. He says something into her ear and
she laughs. They start heading out onto the stage and the second
the fans see her, they let out a thunderous cheer. Her brows pinch
together but she's still smiling. I know she can see the rose
petals beneath her feet and the candles when her hand flies up to
her heart, then her mouth. She tries to look up but Cage
anticipates her move and moves with her.
“Uh, uh, uh, no peeking there, Luce,“ Kennedy
teases.
Her head tilts to the side and she laughs,
her hand resting against her heart.
When they reach me, I introduce him. “Cage
Nichols, everybody!“
They scream. Cage whispers to Lucy, kisses
her cheek, then removes his hand before he sends out a wave to the
crowd and makes his way off stage.
“What's going on, Jesse?“ she asks, her eyes
wide, her hand at her throat. She's nervous and, hell, so am I.
“Lucy,“ I begin, waiting for the noise to die
down. “There's this song…“
She laughs. I tilt my mic toward her.
“There's always a song.“
“True, true. But this one is different. It's
one we wrote; it's not our usual style; but it's one that delivers
the message loud and clear.“
She says, “Okay,“ but no one can hear her. A
roadie comes up with a pink stool for her to sit on. She raises a
brow and I grab one of her hands, helping her take her seat.
“Ready?“ Ethan asks. I nod.
The music starts, Lucy's
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