CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE † OFFERI ENJOYED THE concert from the warm comfort of the Odyssey Arena’s green room. I had everything I needed. An eighty-inch flat screen streamed
everything live, all the junk food I could eat arranged in bowls on a long table and a cozy spot on a brutish couch that gave me ideas for a photo shoot. As I ran my fingers over the buttery
leather, I imagined the band in jeans and white T-shirts, buckets of popcorn among them. The more the picture solidified in my mind the more my trigger finger itched. Yes. Before we left Belfast, I
needed Vicious on this couch. It sounded dirty in my head, but I didn’t care.
Besides daydreaming of future projects, my gaze focused on Luka standing to one side of the stage, his bass in his hands. Sometimes it was impossible to imagine
