grin.
Relenting with a sigh, I finally said, “Morgan asked me to join her and Brad at this pub to go dancing.”
“Perfect! You love dancing.”
“Not in front of people.”
“But you're so good. Screw your courage to the sticking place, girl.”
“Throwing Shakespeare at me is not going to get me off this couch.”
“Your butt twitched when I said that. I can tell.” She pointed at her camera.
Giggles shook my tummy, but I held them at bay.
“Forget your inhibitions, Ella. Stop watching people live out these awesome lives on screen and go and do it yourself!”
“What if I get lost?”
“You won't. What's this place called?”
“Quigg's.”
“Google it. Use Google maps.”
“I can't read maps.”
“You don't have to. Google maps will show you which bus or train to take…or just get the address and grab a cab.”
I knew she was right. I wasn't that stupid, but I wanted to be. It would have been the perfect excuse to get out of this.
“What if Morgan and Brad don't show?”
“Then introduce yourself to someone new, dumbass.”
I snickered and scratched my forehead, running out of options. It looked like I was going out tonight.
“Now stop stalling and go suit up! Wear something that makes you feel sexy. I don't care that David's not there. You turn heads tonight, girl.”
“Love you, Jo-Jo. Wish you were here.”
“So do I.” Her tender smile made my eyes well with tears. “Go make me proud. I expect a selfie on my phone within the next two hours. I want proof that you did it.”
“Okay.” I winced, making Jody chuckle as she hung up on the call.
I closed the laptop and felt the silence descend around me. Looking across the empty room, I let out a slow sigh before rising from the couch and walking to my room. Pulling open my closest, I scanned my row of neatly hung jeans and shook my head.
“Turn heads, not be invisible.” My lips twitched. “But I like being invisible.”
I put my hand on my hip and dropped my shoulders.
“Get a life, Ella.”
Hangers banged against one another as I flicked through my wardrobe and finally came to a stop by my one pair of black leather pants. Morgan called them my Grease gear and started singing “You're The One That I Want” whenever I put them on.
“I got chills, they're multiplying,” I sung with a chuckle.
Pulling them out, I quickly undressed and wiggled into them before I could change my mind.
Forty-five minutes later , my lashes were lacquered, my lips were glossed and my torso was wrapped in a purple V-neck shirt. My necklaces clinked against each other as I clipped my way to the door. I double-checked that Quigg's address was on my phone screen before drawing in a deep breath and braving the unknown.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
COLE
“Hand me that mic stand.”
I passed it over to Jimmy before lifting the amp and placing it next to Ralphie's bass guitar.
“Thanks, man.” The sixteen-year-old crouched down and plugged in his beloved instrument.
“We nearly ready for a sound check, guys?” Jimmy, the lead singer, turned to the rest of the band and waited for confirmation from each of them.
Nessa, the cutest drummer this world has ever seen, adjusted her seat and banged the bass pedal a couple of times. “Nearly.” Her little button nose twitched as she shifted her kit into exactly the right position. She finally looked up with a nod.
Jimmy adjusted the microphone, strumming his guitar once. Satisfied, he turned back to Ness with a short nod.
“Okay, here we go.” She banged her sticks together and launched into “Ocean Avenue” by Yellowcard.
They sounded good, and I couldn't help grinning as I stood next to their loyal tech man, Quinn. He came to every gig, helping them out on the sidelines. I slapped him on the shoulder and nodded my approval.
Chaos seemed to be getting better and better. I first heard them play last year when Jimmy's older brother invited me along to the school talent quest. I didn't usually go
Relenting with a sigh, I finally said, “Morgan asked me to join her and Brad at this pub to go dancing.”
“Perfect! You love dancing.”
“Not in front of people.”
“But you're so good. Screw your courage to the sticking place, girl.”
“Throwing Shakespeare at me is not going to get me off this couch.”
“Your butt twitched when I said that. I can tell.” She pointed at her camera.
Giggles shook my tummy, but I held them at bay.
“Forget your inhibitions, Ella. Stop watching people live out these awesome lives on screen and go and do it yourself!”
“What if I get lost?”
“You won't. What's this place called?”
“Quigg's.”
“Google it. Use Google maps.”
“I can't read maps.”
“You don't have to. Google maps will show you which bus or train to take…or just get the address and grab a cab.”
I knew she was right. I wasn't that stupid, but I wanted to be. It would have been the perfect excuse to get out of this.
“What if Morgan and Brad don't show?”
“Then introduce yourself to someone new, dumbass.”
I snickered and scratched my forehead, running out of options. It looked like I was going out tonight.
“Now stop stalling and go suit up! Wear something that makes you feel sexy. I don't care that David's not there. You turn heads tonight, girl.”
“Love you, Jo-Jo. Wish you were here.”
“So do I.” Her tender smile made my eyes well with tears. “Go make me proud. I expect a selfie on my phone within the next two hours. I want proof that you did it.”
“Okay.” I winced, making Jody chuckle as she hung up on the call.
I closed the laptop and felt the silence descend around me. Looking across the empty room, I let out a slow sigh before rising from the couch and walking to my room. Pulling open my closest, I scanned my row of neatly hung jeans and shook my head.
“Turn heads, not be invisible.” My lips twitched. “But I like being invisible.”
I put my hand on my hip and dropped my shoulders.
“Get a life, Ella.”
Hangers banged against one another as I flicked through my wardrobe and finally came to a stop by my one pair of black leather pants. Morgan called them my Grease gear and started singing “You're The One That I Want” whenever I put them on.
“I got chills, they're multiplying,” I sung with a chuckle.
Pulling them out, I quickly undressed and wiggled into them before I could change my mind.
Forty-five minutes later , my lashes were lacquered, my lips were glossed and my torso was wrapped in a purple V-neck shirt. My necklaces clinked against each other as I clipped my way to the door. I double-checked that Quigg's address was on my phone screen before drawing in a deep breath and braving the unknown.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
COLE
“Hand me that mic stand.”
I passed it over to Jimmy before lifting the amp and placing it next to Ralphie's bass guitar.
“Thanks, man.” The sixteen-year-old crouched down and plugged in his beloved instrument.
“We nearly ready for a sound check, guys?” Jimmy, the lead singer, turned to the rest of the band and waited for confirmation from each of them.
Nessa, the cutest drummer this world has ever seen, adjusted her seat and banged the bass pedal a couple of times. “Nearly.” Her little button nose twitched as she shifted her kit into exactly the right position. She finally looked up with a nod.
Jimmy adjusted the microphone, strumming his guitar once. Satisfied, he turned back to Ness with a short nod.
“Okay, here we go.” She banged her sticks together and launched into “Ocean Avenue” by Yellowcard.
They sounded good, and I couldn't help grinning as I stood next to their loyal tech man, Quinn. He came to every gig, helping them out on the sidelines. I slapped him on the shoulder and nodded my approval.
Chaos seemed to be getting better and better. I first heard them play last year when Jimmy's older brother invited me along to the school talent quest. I didn't usually go
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