Chapter 21
Jesse tucked his pick under his bass after Theo called a break and went upstairs to check on Cassie. It felt like old times when they used to practice in his friend’s garage. At least he’d upgraded to a soundproof room, one he created in the basement not long after he and Cassie moved into the old Victorian house.
Allen stood from his drum set and stretched his arms and neck, popping a few of his bones in the process. Dude would have arthritis by the time he was thirty if he didn’t stop. It made Jesse cringe each time he did it.
“What’s with the face, man?” Allen twirled his drumstick between his fingers.
“You know you’re not going to be able to move your neck in about four more years if you don’t stop that shit.”
Chuckling, Allen shrugged. “I’m also going to die someday, b
