GUITAR HERO
Ob-Nox-Ious! Ob-Nox-Ious! Ob-Nox-Ious!
Outside the hospitality tent, the Riot Fest crowd grew wild with cheers, chanting the name of the band in growing anticipation. I held a fist full of ice cubes against my eyelid feeling the trickle of cold water between my fingers and down the side of my face.
“If we’re goin’ onstage, we gotta go now,” Jojo said, drumsticks in hand. She cast a doubtful glance toward Tombstone who was locked into some kind of undertone argument with Marla. Whatever it was about, Marla was winning, shaving him down to size with a thousand surgical cuts.
“Go on with the others,” I told her, gesturing to the stage with my head and regretting it the minute I did. “I’ll get him onstage if it’s the last thing I do.”
Jojo nodded and backed reluctantly toward
