Page 104 of Hard Rock Sin
From my vantage point backstage and to the side, I could see all five members of the band. The twins, for all the tension between them, played the crowd together as easily as I remembered. They shredded back to back, and even switched guitars mid-song.
August's brow was furrowed, ice blue eyes concentrated solely on his drums, arms nearly a blur as he pounded away.
Noah's crooning voice emitted from the speakers. He strode from one side of the stage to the other, his dark eyes burning the audience to their very cores with his passionate singing.
Jen's full attention was on Noah, her expression slack-jawed with awe. Even after having been dating so long, she still seemed captivated by his performance. I supposed once a fangirl, always a fangirl.
But Cameron… something was off about his performance. He grinned and winked and teased the crowd as usual, but there was something in his expression. His full heart wasn't in it. His eyes were lined with pain.
And I knew I was the cause.
I just had to hope that what I had planned for after the concert helped heal some of that hurt.
The concert was almost over, the band playing their last song before the encore, when my phone buzzed again.
"I'll be right back," I yelled in Jen's ear.
She nodded, not taking her eyes off the stage.
I went to the back door, nodding to the bouncer. With the staff pass around my neck, I had free rein.
When I opened the door, I was greeted by the sight of Cameron's parents dressed in their conservative business attire. It was completely at odds with what everyone else backstage was wearing.
I waved them in.
"Thank you for coming on such short notice."
"It's no trouble at all, sweetie." Sharon spoke over the music into my ear as she pulled me into a hug. "I'm just so glad you said something."
"Do you two mind waiting here? I don't have staff passes for you, so you can't go any further."
"We don't mind at all," Sharon said.
I left them and headed back, hoping to catch Cameron as he left the stage after their last song.
I was in luck. Cameron was the first one out. His bright red hair glistened with drops of sweat. His damp t-shirt clung to every ab. His dark rimmed eyes were even smokier, his eyeliner having smudged from the heat of the stage lights. I swallowed hard as my heart sped up. Arousal threatened to flood my system.
Maybe I wasn't so different from Jen when it came to our attraction to rock stars.
I ran up to him as one of the assistants handed him a towel to dry off the sweat.
"Cameron!"
He looked my way. His mouth twisted.
"I'm sorry," I blurted out before he could say anything. "I didn't mean to pull away. I just panicked."
He stared at me. He nodded once.
"I get it. It's cool."
"No, it's not." I took his hand in mine and squeezed. "I'm really sorry I hurt you. I promise, I'm telling Noah tonight."
"I said it's cool," he repeated. His lips twisted in a sick smile. "I'm used to it."
I knew he was referring to his parents. My heart ached, but I knew everything would be better soon.
"I have something to show you. Come with me."
