As I pulled into the parking lot of the warehouse where Craig had instructed me to go, I already missed Logan, but I quickly pushed the thought aside, determined to make a good first impression on my band. What would they be like? Would they be as good as Logan's band? I took one step at a time, and then paused for a moment with my hand on the door when warm-up rifts rushed to my ears.
"The hell with it," I said as I screwed up my courage and pulled the door open abruptly.
The music was immediately magnified as I stepped in and closed the door behind me. The lead guitarist's fingers flew over the neck of his electric guitar, sending a thrill through me as the music penetrated my soul. Beside him, the bass and rhythm guitar players kept time with the beat of the drummer, as if it were no
