Chapter 22
Then
Even though Doug knew how they felt about the band, he continued booking gigs every weekend, snagging shows wherever he could. The lure of Geoff’s voice still drew in the crowds. He could say what he wanted to about hating everything about it—and he did, often and loudly, pissing Doug off whenever he did.
Hell, by midterms, even Larry was tired of hearing about it. “If you hate singing so much, why bother doing it?” he once asked after an epic fight during practice, where once again Geoff had threatened to quit the band.
They lay squeezed together in a hammock in the backyard, shoulders and hips on top of each other, hands clasped tight. The faintest of breezes ruffled the newly unfurled leaves far above their heads, but down where they were, the air didn’t move. The on
