CHAPTER THIRTEEN † CACOPHONYI HEARD THE screams before we even turned to the street of the hotel. No wonder no one was at Charing Cross. Every Vicious fan in London and the
surrounding areas converged at the Canary Wharf Hilton. Forget the ten deep I was exposed to at the Sutcliff Center when Vicious performed for the Crescent City Today audience. This crowd eclipsed
that number by at least tenfold. There could easily be close to three hundred people screaming in front of the hotel with their signs and posters, all declaring their love for Luka, Demitri, and
the rest of the band. I even spotted a couple of “Dray Marry Me” posters. Tweens, teens, and adults alike braved the winter cold for a glimpse of their favorite band.
The SUV’s walls and windows couldn’t drown out the din the close
