Chapter 9
chapter
seven
TREY
My fingers grip
the smooth surface of the sticks as I linger on the cymbals during the bridge of our new song.
The booth is dark except for the fluorescent headlight above our heads.
We don’t play by notes anymore though in the beg...
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2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
9. Chapter 9
10. Chapter 10
11. Chapter 11
12. Chapter 12
13. Chapter 13
14. Chapter 14
15. Chapter 15
16. Chapter 16
17. Chapter 17
18. Chapter 18
19. Chapter 19
20. Chapter 20
21. Chapter 21
22. Chapter 22
23. Chapter 23
24. Chapter 24
25. Chapter 25
26. Chapter 26
27. Chapter 27
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