Page 86 of Ghost Note

Running around,

Shouting things out,

Screaming you hate me,

Spreading your lies,

Tearing me up inside,

Girl, your deceit is abuse.

Today, I’ve been thinking,

I’ve been dreaming,

Turning things out,

Whispering I love you,

Deciding I want you,

Fixing your lies,

Girl, you’re getting my truths.

“Takes your breath away, doesn’t it?” Saff shouted over the noise.

I stared straight ahead, offering her a small nod with my parted lips and my heart racing wildly. “He’s… incredible.”

“Honey, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

She was right, too.

The first trackdidsteal my breath.

The second made my heart restart.

The third brought my smile to life.

The fourth turned me on.

The fifth set a fire alight in my soul.

The sixth, seventh, and eighth made me forget any troubles or worries I’d ever had.

The tenth made me feel bold and daring.

The eleventh made me lose my inhibitions and dance.

And by the twelfth track, when Danny turned to me, sweaty and devastatingly handsome in ways I’d never seen him before, I couldn’t deny that I was ready to devour him again. Who cared about love and heartbreak when a man looked at you like you were the only woman he’d ever seen in the crowd?

Before the gig, I’d felt like I was out of my depth, drowning.

I understood now how music could feel like a lifejacket.

I saw how music could save a life.

The smile on my face hurt my cheeks, but I welcomed the pain of happiness, no matter how temporary. The buzz of the music tore through my veins, and I could see there and then why Front Row Frogs had achieved what they’d achieved thus far. I was on my toes, bouncing for more, despite being desperate to drag Danny off of the stage by his soaking wet tank and slam him up against the nearest wall I could find.

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