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felt.
              “All right, you
bunch of lazybones,” Steve crowed. “Time to get cracking. Let's make some
music.” He began tapping out a beat on the drums.
              We went to our
instruments, Luc picking out a melody on the guitar.
              And then
something happened. Something incredible – something bizarre and yet wonderful.
              The music.
              The music is
all that matters.
              Because
the second we started playing, the second Steve's drum beats echoed through us,
the second the guitar started wailing, the second I opened my mouth and let all
my fears, my worries, my insecurities fly away like a bird from my lips,
nothing else was important. Our dramas, our romances – so petty, so ephemeral –
did not matter. My relationship with Danny did not matter. All that mattered
was the gorgeous music we were playing, the music that rocked us through to the
very core of our beings, the music that made us shiver and shudder and shake in
ecstasy.
              This is what I
want to be doing, I thought to myself. This is what I want to be doing
for the rest of my life. And nothing else matters. Nothing but this. I
wanted to make this music, to give it to others, to celebrate the sound, to
make it my gift to everyone I saw, to everyone I knew or everyone had
known, to everyone I loved.
              This was what was
important.
              We were the Never
Knights, and nothing could take that away from us.
              When we finished
playing our first song, everyone was smiling – even Kyle. His golden hair
flopped over his eyes – sparkling with joy – and for the first time, I saw the
pain vanish from his expression. He looked over at me. “Not bad, eh, Neve?”
              His grin was
genuine.
              “Let's give it
another go,” said Luc. “We don't have long until our first performance? Which
is where exactly, Danny?”
              “A pretty hot
gig,” said Danny. “March 15. At the monthly Rock the House night Midnight Blue
over in West Hollywood.”
              “March 15?” Steve
looked confused. “That can't be. The Dusk Riders are playing this month's Rock
the House.”
              A slow smile
spread across Danny's lips. “Oh, they are,” he said. “But let's just say the
club manager was very excited when I proposed a surprise special
guest...”

 
     
    Chapter 6
     
              M y heart was beating so fast – faster, it
seemed, than it had ever beaten before in my life. It was ricocheting against
my ribcage, pounding at my chest. My whole body was shaking. My knees were
knocking together; my wrists were trembling; my teeth were chattering. I felt
like I'd been shot with adrenaline, straight through, a jab to the heart. But
it wasn't fear I was feeling – or at least, not fear of the ordinary kind. It
was excitement, plain and simple, the kind of heart-pounding, fist-pumping,
thrill-seeking joy that I thought had been lost forever.
              We were going
to play a gig. The Never Knights are going to play a gig. The Never Knights are
back – and we're ready for action.
              I looked
around at the other faces in the green room, shining with joy, costumes and
makeup already on. There was Steve, his long and lanky look transformed with
the help of eyeliner and a leather jacket into devastatingly handsome,
Bowie-style waifish glamour, something of the Gothic about his hollow cheeks
and hungry eyes. There was Luc, with his enormous puppy-dog eyes ringed with
brown liner, his hair slicked back like a 50's rocker, giving him the slightly
anachronistic aura of a Sinatra-style crooner blended with something more
modern – edgier, I thought. But all the edginess in the world couldn't get rid
of the old-fashioned romantic look in his eyes. I smiled as I took him all in.
No matter what he was wearing, or how the