the air filled with a light mist that only hinted at the earlier rains. An electric energy ran through the air above the crowd and over the stage.
Julian ran down the stairs and swept Shannon upward with his embrace, hugging her so tightly that her toes barely touched the ground. His strong arms built a home around her body, a sturdy frame that she could trust. That she could depend on.”
“Did you hear that?” he said.
“You played perfectly!”
“We played really well! The crowd was great!”
Asher tumbled down the stairs, pumping his fists.
“Best. Show. Ever!”
Even Daniel’s eyes crinkled with approval as he suppressed a grin.
Alex came over to Shannon, Pat trailing behind him.
“This show kicked ass,” he said to Shannon. “Thanks to you.” A slight blush peeked out through Shannon’s collar.
“What on earth did you do?” Julian said.
“She and Pat came up with the idea of a photo essay press release,” Alex said. “Of the band.”
“Focusing on Alex, of course,” Shannon said. “And what he means to Wilder Side .” She held out her phone for him to look through the photos. One showed Alex by himself, leaning against the dressing room counter and practicing guitar. The mirror behind him showed his well-lit back, which became the focal point of the photograph. Another showed a silhouetted image of the band on stage, Alex raising his arms over the crowd, their arms waving in the air like so many cattails on the dunes. The other members of the band featured prominently in the photos: Asher standing on his skateboard in the tour bus van, using Alex’s foot like a doorstop to keep from rolling. Daniel and Julian practicing together with Alex in the middle, listening, an intent expression of thought on his face.
“You got a huge crowd out there today,” Pat said. “Wave Records just called and said they want to continue the tour as planned.”
“Europe! Fuck yeah!” Asher pumped his drumsticks over his head.
“We’re going to tour overseas?” Daniel’s eyes glassed over with excitement. “Really? We’re really going to tour?”
“Incredible,” Julian said, leaning over to crush a sloppy kiss onto Shannon’s forehead. “Just incredible.”
The band moved off toward their dressing rooms, but Julian stayed back.
“I’m glad you’re all getting through this together,” Shannon said. “It’s wonderful.”
The crowd grew louder in the background, and then their voices resolved into another chant, this one different.
“ En-core! En-core! ”
Shannon looked over to see the band members turning back to the stage. Alex waved to Julian to come over.
Julian clasped Shannon’s hands in his, and she looked up at him, his head haloed by the stage’s purple lights.
“Come with us!” he said.
“What?” Shannon couldn’t have heard right.
“Come to Paris with me!” Julian’s face glowed. “I love you!”
Shannon took a breath but did not feel her lungs fill. Everything seemed to slow to a near-stop, and she thought that her heart might never beat again.
“I love you too.” The whisper of air over her lips could not express how much he meant to her, how much she wanted to be with him.
Before tearing himself away to the stage, he bent his head down one more time. His lips brushed hers lightly and as he rose again he whispered something in her hear.
Shannon watched him ascend the stage stairs to booming applause. She felt her heart grow warmer, more buoyant, until she floated so far over the world that she could not even feel the chill of the evening. And later that night, the word he whispered to her would echo in her sleep, and she would smile as she dreamed, hearing his voice:
“Mine .”
Outline:
what the fuck is the conflict between Julian and Shannon
they go shopping
. He Takes her to a fancy restaurant. They get into a fight after she doesn't want to eat a pastry, while they are meeting with one of the club owners in Paris. The club
Dawne Prochilo, Dingbat Publishing, Kate Tate