Chapter 17: Backbeat Rhythm
Kit swallowed hard, tightened his grip on the bass case, and joined Max at the stairs. His stomach churned and his heart pounded. The rest of the band thudded past them, calling out for him to join them at the bar. Kit had other things to worry about than how their performance had gone over.
Max’s brows were lowered. He looked like a man who’d just bitten into what looked like a doughnut, only to find it filled with mayonnaise. Kit was in for it.
“I can explain—” he began, only to have Max shake his head firmly. Was it that bad? Wasn’t he even willing to talk about this? “I know I should have told you—”
“Can’t hear a thing” Max shouted. “Not over this noise. We need to talk.”
Kit pointed in the direction the others had headed. “We can talk in the bar.”
Max
