Page 63 of Syncopation
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“Hon, it’ll be okay.” Mish rubbed his back. “You did fine. Zavier, too.”
Heonly wanted to take some of the burden off Ray, let him run with this night. Lead them into a show that would win over the label.
Ray rose. “Yeah.” He met Zavier’s gaze. “Thank you. I’m really grateful.”
So was Zavier. He nodded, because it seemed the best response.
A smile flitted across Ray’s face—first one Zavier had seen pre-concert in a while. “Let’s go get dressed.”
Theydid, and when they took the stage, the whole audience was theirs.
Zavier drank in the energy and excitement, the glory that was Twisted Wishes, and the singular excellence that Ray brought to the stage.
He rained his sticks down on the kit and wanted to live in that moment forever.
