Wearing his favorite worn jeans, slim white T-shirt, and a cool tweed vest he found in the attic at the farm under his leather jacket, Harper parked his car at Pete and Gavin’s house and walked the two blocks to the bar. He wondered what the draw was on a Friday so late in September, but he was glad business was good. The bar had been a second home for a long time, and it seemed surreal to know he was performing at Pete’s for the last time. He wished Lucas was there, but that had been his refrain since he arrived in Colorado.
Once he passed the bouncers checking identification at the door, Harper saw the huge poster advertising his final performance in Colorado. They even asked Tanner to come from LA to DJ for the weekend. s**t. Why the f**k would they do this to me? Harper hated surprise
