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“You’re going to
crush me!” I pushed and punched them and then to top it off, Cale
and Luke decide to sit on top of us. Then I was really feeling
suffocated.
    I could feel the breath leaving my lungs.
Having a 170 pound man sitting on top of little old me would do
that
    “Cale Pelton, get off of me before I grab my
guitar and knock you in the head with it.
I warned, knowing I wouldn’t actually hurt him, but the idea of it
made me happy inside. He shook his head so his hair was whipping my
face so I gave one final push and he landed on flat on his ass,
sending the room into an uproar.
    “You’re going to regret that, B.” Cale
huffed, insinuating he was challenging me. Challenge accepted.
    He made it apparently clear that he wanted
to start his challenge on stage. Before we went on he whispered
“Ready to do those vocals?” We had been working in spare time on me
finally singing backup vocals and he must’ve thought I was suddenly
ready.
    “Better late than never,” I replied with a
wink, hitting the first note on my guitar, which sent the crowd
into a frenzy. This was one of the larger crowds on the tour,
easily over 4,000 more people than our past shows, and according to
Raptor, one of the founders of RockOut Records was going to be
front row tonight. I had heard of the label before, some of my
favorite Alternative bands were signed to that label. According to
the guys, if we played like tonight was our last show the label
might sign us.
    I played the shit out of my guitar. I sang
my heart out when I needed to. When all of us joined in harmony, it
lit the venue on freaking fire. Harmonies always gave me the
chills. I loved them. After one of our last songs, we played
“Playing with Fire,” a newer song Luke and Cale wrote before we
left for tour. It was by far the hardest song I’d ever played. I
felt like this was the challenge Cale wanted to give me. Every time
he let out a scream, he would make eye contact and hold my gaze,
and I would repeat the notes he just sang. Now this was a
battle. I let my voice go, soaring to higher notes than I’d ever
sang before. The song was over and everyone was on their feet,
chanting they wanted more.
    For a quick moment, I felt like we were the
headliners. Taking my final bow before leaving the stage, I was on
such a high that I decided to do something I’ve never done before:
trash my guitar. I’d seen YouTube videos of musicians slam their
guitars on stage, breaking it into pieces, and I thought why the
hell not? It felt liberating. We had backup guitars back stage
anyways, so why couldn’t I have a little fun?
    I finished my terrorizing and threw some of
the pieces out to the audience before heading off stage. The guys
high fived me, while Cale sat like a grump with his arms crossed.
“What? Were you afraid I was going to lose the challenge?” I
smirked. His face looked surprised, like I wasn’t capable of doing
anything remotely rebellious.
    “I never said that, did I? I just hope that
little stunt doesn’t blow our chances with that record label exec.”
He reminded me of the Grinch right now. I threw a piece of wood
from the guitar neck and snickered.
    “Relaxxx Cale. I have to be completely
serious on stage?”
    After a couple of more minutes of bickering
I heard someone fake cough behind me. I turned around and there was
Damon. I had tried to avoid him ever since the incidence on the
Everlasting bus, but right now there was no avoiding him. His grey
eyes were especially darker right now and his blond hair a lot
shorter than the last time I actually laid eyes on him. “I’ll be
back in a sec,” I told the guys. I walked with Damon a few feet
away.
    “Hey, I never got a chance to apologize
about what happened a couple of weeks ago…” Damon started to say,
but I waved it off.
    “Don’t be. We were both drinking, you may
have deserved your ass kicked, but I still think you’re a good
guy.” I chuckled, and he smirked, showing off one gold tooth