Chapter 4
Jonah gripped the guitar's neck, sliding his fingers over the fretboard. The familiar feel of steel strings pressed into his skin, causing his lips to crook. Each note poured out of the resonating chamber toward the packed dance floor, bringing more bodies into view.
He'd forgotten how much he loved making a crowd move to the music. Playing gave him satisfaction.
His eyes drifted toward Theo as he belted out some lyrics. Guess his brother had been right in asking him to fill in for Jeff. Despite how much Jonah tried to fight it, a big part of him would always be a musician. Sound producing would never be as good as making the magic.
Theo gave him a knowing wink before grabbing the mic to sing the chorus. Switching chords, Jonah's focus shifted to the dance floor. He spotted t
