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It was hard to focus on one thing. The distracting fizz of Fey recognition tingled over him every time his eyes lit upon the figures in the clearing, whether they were in the shadows along the trees or dancing with abandon to the intoxicating music, dazzling in the light of the fires that burned along the edges.
The bubbly anticipation inside him swelled. He caught his breath, feeling a smile tug at his mouth, and just like that his anxiety fell away, swept aside by a sudden lightness, lifted by the music that thrummed through the moonlit glade. His heartbeat quickened, and his fingers drummed against his leg in time with the complicated rhythms, a sudden longing for his guitar seizing him.
Get a grip. Don’t forget who you are, he reminded himself. Another thought followed. But who,
