Chapter 1

 Bodies grind on the dance floor, moving and crashing along with the bleeding bite of the guitar solo screaming from the tiny stage. The lead singer turns his head to watch, then grabs the mic and swings around. Bending from the force of his cry, he howls into the silver metal.

It’s electric.

Energy jolts around the room, pinging off the glinting stage lights as they switch from pink to purple to blue to green, but my eyes are fixed on the man with the Gibson. His fingers fly across the fret bar before sliding down the neck, his face pinched in earsplitting agony. He shakes back a sweaty swath of hair, stepping toward the mic stand in front of him. A low baritone adds a layer of depth to the high-pitched vocals singing the chorus.