Chapter 10 Olly

The crowd in front of the stage is riled up, excited to see us. Thousands of fans chant for an encore.

It's exhilarating.

Intoxicating.

We are backstage watching the people cheer for us, begging us to get back on stage. I glance over at Emery and he nods, giving us the signal. Dallas grabs drum sticks and walks back on stage first. He holds up his drumsticks high into the air and the crowd goes wild.

Beckett goes next, hollering and sprinting on stage, purposely pumping up the crowd in front of him. Emery saunters on stage with a swagger that only a lead singer can perfect. He holds his hand up to his ear as if he can't hear the crowd.

The cheers get louder.

"Are you ready?" Zayden asks, and I nod.

We run onto the stage together, strumming our guitars. The fans scream with excitement. I scan each of their faces, happy to be here. Until one face has my blood running cold.

Ezra.

He's jumping up and down right up in front, cheering me on and yelling my name. But right behind him is Oscar. Completely unmoving. His sole focus and angry sneer is on the man I love.