PART II
umbra
FINN
It’s the twin’s twenty-second birthday, and I am trying hard to make Alex notice me.
I strum my guitar harder than usual. I lengthen my notes, earning warning looks from Shae as if I am trying to upstage Zander. The third time I do it, Zander disjoints his mic from the stand, walks across the stage, and slings an arm around my shoulder. To the audience, it may look like a show of band chemistry, but Zander is squeezing my shoulder, wordlessly telling me to keep my s**t together.
I try.
When it is time for my guitar solo in Waving By Your Window, I amble to the center and begin with light picking, like trickling raindrops. The precipitate condenses along a singular bass line, turning into gentle rainfall and continues to build; air mass rising through the atmosphere
