One had to live for the small amusements in life when everything else was fucked up, so I allowed a smile to tug at the corner of my mouth. I figured she was saying something like ‘wretched youngsters’ in the comfort of her own mind. She produced a small huff before turning around once more. I couldn’t get away with being a brat to distinguished ladies such as herself. Three years ago I would have given her a similar glare in response, but I wasn’t a teenager anymore. “It’ll start soon, Chris,” he whispered, but not softly enough.Īn aging lady in front of us turned her head and narrowed her eyes. My brother and his partner appeared content despite the oppressive hush around us, leaving me the odd one out as their hands entwined across the armrest.Īyden saw my discomfort and leaned closer. It was a breath inhaled and held, ready to be released.Īdjusting my uncomfortable suit, I stole a glance at Ayden and Cal seated beside me. The concert hall was silent, the air thick and heavy with anticipation.
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