Echoes of Silence (Unquiet Mind Book 1) by Anne Malcom Read Free Book Online Page B

boy behind him accusingly before turning his attention back to me. “Let’s hope by some miraculous turn of fate you’re a musical prodigy and play more than one instrument. You don’t play guitar by any chance?” he continued, speaking so fast I could barely follow his train of thought. Luckily, I lived with a woman who spoke much faster than that and engaged in such banter my entire life.
    “Only as well as I put one foot in front of the other,” I answered with a grin.
    He grinned back. “ Righteous . It’s serendipitous.”
    The one with blond messy hair leaned on the piano and smiled at me. He was handsome; they all were actually. The one beside me had hair that rivaled Killian’s on the inky and shiny scale, though it was longer, brushing his shoulders. He was wearing multiple silver rings and a couple of chains around his neck. Though he was tall and skinny, his bone structure made him look like he could be a Calvin Klein model. The blond one had messy, short hair and was slightly more built than the one beside me. He was wearing a striped crew neck sweater, faded jeans, and Chuck Taylors. The silent one behind him was seriously hot. He had a beanie pulled low on his head, and his dark eyes were nothing less than smoldering. I envied the length of his eyelashes, and his jaw was hard and angular, his skin tanned. He was more built than the other two. His muscles were clearly visible considering he was wearing a black wife-beater and black jeans.
    “Sorry, he missed his dosage today,” the blond one informed me, nodding his head toward the boy beside me. “I’m Wyatt. This is Noah.” He jerked his head behind him.
    “I’m Sam,” the one beside me cut in with a grin. “The most talented and best looking by far,” he said confidently.
    “Or maybe the loudest and dumbest,” Wyatt teased.
    Sam scowled at him.
    I found myself feeling warm and comfortable in their banter.
    “Lexie,” I said, before they could engage in fisticuffs, as entertaining as that would be.
    “We know,” Sam said, moving his attention back to me. “A hot new girl comes to school? First thing I did was find out your name, address, and social security number.”
    Wyatt punched him in the shoulder once more.
    He rubbed it distractedly. “I mean, nice to meet you,” he said with a grin.
    I couldn’t help but laugh. “Nice to meet you too.” My eyes moved to the other two. “All of you.”
    “I bet you’re wondering why we’re accosting you in the auditorium while you minded your own business, totally owning Pearl Jam,” Wyatt asked.
    I sat a little straighter. “The thought hadn’t crossed my mind,” I said seriously. “I just assumed you did this with all new students.” Sarcasm just naturally came out of my mouth. I usually reserved it for people I knew and felt comfortable around. That was a handful of people. Now it seemed three more were added to that small group.
    There were a couple more chuckles.
    “We were actually coming here to practice.” Wyatt nodded to the stage where a drum kit was hidden slightly by a curtain. Guitar cases leaned on it.
    “You guys are in a band?” I asked, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice.
    “Sort of,” Wyatt hedged.
    Sam jostled his knee. “Until now, the band was incomplete. We’ve needed a lead vocalist and another guitarist, and we’re the only talented people in this burg. We’d given up hope... until now,” he informed me with bright eyes.
    I realized they were all staring at me. “You mean me?” I asked in disbelief.
    Sam nodded rapidly.
    “If you’re interested,” Wyatt added quickly. “We can jam together, now if you’re free?”
    “Yeah, so we can assure you we don’t suck, which we don’t,” Sam told me.
    I gaped at them. I’d never been in a band at home. The idea had been intriguing, but I didn’t exactly have the confidence to go out looking. Plus, I was a rather solitary creature. I was happy reading, writing music, listening to it,