9
Crystal
Vi’s hand was like a vice around my wrist but I couldn’t work up the energy to pull away. A sense of déjà vu flooded me as we walked into the crowded arena. Thousands of people were flooding the venue like a river of faces moving in a constant stream around me. Up the escalators. Down. Moving in solid streams through the corridors, everyone excited and smiling, laughing and happily standing in line to pay way too much for a t-shirt with Nightbird’s album cover plastered on the front and a list of tour cities on the back. Or Kit’s face.
That face. It hurt to see it on posters all around.
Everyone wanted a piece of him.
“What are we doing here? You said we were going out with some of your friends in the city.” We’d made these plans two weeks ago. This was Vi’s town, and she’d
