CHAPTER SEVENTEEN † ARENAI WHISTLED WHILE spinning around in a slow circle on center stage at the O2 Arena. “So this is what twenty thousand empty seats look
like.”
“In Ancient Rome the contests in arenas were funded by wealthy individuals and were used to gain popularity with the masses,” Dray said behind me. He carried in one of the cymbals,
busy setting up his kit. “Today, people pay to be entertained.”
I chuckled, getting all warm and fuzzy. “You know I like it when you spout facts at me.” I raised my camera and captured him trying to hide a blush by adjusting his drum stool.
He cleared his throat then smiled a lopsided one at me. “I missed you, too.”
Ah, I wanted to run and hug him. He reminded me so much of a plushy. A soft rockstar/mad scientist plushy. Although, I got the fee
