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“I’m mid-project,” I said carefully. “And I can’t just leave before we finish the album. It’ll probably be another two weeks. After that, yes, I can make myself available.”

“You have a current passport?”

I grimaced. “No, it expired.”

“We can expedite it if this works out. Not a big deal.”

“All right. Thank you.”

He paused again, watching my face. “Do you have any questions for us?”

“A ton,” I said, meeting his gaze. “But only if I get the gig. Otherwise, I’ve got to get back to my day job.”

“Our manager will contact you about when we’d like to see you again.”

“Thank you. This was fun.” I grabbed my bass, pulled my keys out of my pocket, and headed for the exit.

I could practically feel their eyes on me as I headed out, but I refused to look back.

I couldn’t let them see how excited I was.

How surreal the whole thing had been.

I’d just jammed with Onyx fucking Knight.

And it had been badass.

Now they wanted me to come back for a second audition.

It took a lot of self-control not to do a little jig on the way to my car.

I still didn’t believe I’d get the job, but this had been pretty cool anyway.

I couldn’t wait to tell Greatty.

3

Kingston

“What just happened?” Tommy demanded as soon as Devyn was gone.

“That was pretty fucking cool,” Kellan said, grinning. “She’s badass.”

“She?” I stared at him. “He’s a dude.”

Z arched his brows. “Is he? I think he’s a she.”

We all stared at each other.

“I can’t tell,” I admitted. “He or she is androgynous as fuck.”

“I guess now that you say it, his voice is really neutral too.” Kellan made a face and shrugged. “I dunno, but he or she can play. I like her. Him. Them?”

“Maybe Sasha can ask,” Tommy suggested.

We all looked at him.

“That’s not at all insulting.” There was no mistaking the sarcasm in my voice.

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