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Mel said. “ Thank you. ”
    “ Don ’ t thank me, Mel. You ’ re paying for it. I should be
thanking you. ”
    Jon got into his car and sped away.
    Mel stood alone in the back parking
lot.
    Coming to New York seemed like the
most amazing idea ever when it hit her the night she saw the date and city
scrawled across the back of that old picture. It was supposed to be an
adventure.
    Instead, Mel was broke … financially and emotionally.

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    Jake played with the same energy
and effort as he did when it was forty thousand fans screaming back at him and
the band. The rest of Fallen Tuesday did the same. They weren ’ t making a dime off the show,
and none of them cared about it.
    Once the band had taken the stage,
security turned the gates and allowed the fans to rush and fill in the narrow
gap that gave the band access from the radio station building to the stage
across the parking lot. There were probably about a thousand people out in the
crowd. They sang with enough force that at one point, Luke jumped off the stage
and held the mic out and let the fans sing an entire song. It was one of the
greatest benefits of recording and touring. They got to witness complete
strangers bond over lyrics that they wrote. It was magical.
    During the first guitar solo, Jake
walked over to Gray. Gray faced him, his fingers flying with ease on the neck
of the guitar. Gray bent a note and Jake slid his hand up his guitar and took
over. He then turned and Gray did the same. They went back to back, lifting
their guitars, the drum kit in the background, Luke standing on the ground with
the mic still dangling over the crowd.
    When the song came to an end, Luke
climbed back onto stage, and stood with his arms out. The guitars rang out
their last note and it slowly began to switch to feedback. At the exact same
moment, Mack hit the bass drum, snare, and cymbal as Jake and Gray hit the last
chord one more time.
    Then the song was over.
    “ Damn! ” Luke yelled, looking back at
the band.
    What a show.
    It seemed impossible that each show
could get better, but they did. Jake scanned the crowd and all the faces. After
seeing Luke, Gray, and Trent all find places for their hearts besides music and
the band, Jake was dying to have that feeling. The feeling of knowing that
someone was waiting for you. Someone that loved you. He knew that Chloe was in
his apartment, but he had no idea what she was doing right now. For all he
knew, she was on the phone with other guys. Or she could be online planning
every little step and detail of her pregnancy.
    Jake walked to the speakers behind
him and grabbed a bottle of water. He chugged half of it and poured the rest
over his head. He tossed the bottle aside and a young man in a Fallen Tuesday
shirt rushed up on stage to put two more bottles of water out for Jake.
    Jake looked at Mack and nodded.
    “ Who ’ s ready for more? ” Luke yelled.
    Jake laughed. There was a pretty
obvious answer to that question and each and every fan in the crowd made it
known they weren ’ t done
yet.
    Neither was Fallen Tuesday.
    The next block of songs took them
over their scheduled ending point for the concert. Luke ran across the stage,
corner to corner like a wild man. He climbed speakers. He even climbed Mack ’ s drums. Mack jumped up and kept
playing, never missing a beat. At one point in the middle of a song, Jake
looked at Trent and pointed to his bass.
    He screamed “ SWITCH! ” and Trent ’ s eyes lit up. Right there in
the middle of the song, Jake took off his guitar and threw it at Trent the
exact same time Trent threw his bass.
    They each caught the other ’ s instrument and hurried to pick
up with the song.
    It was an amazing gift that filled
Jake with tons of life. He walked to the edge of the stage and looked at the
front row of the crowd. All those hands reaching for him. The cell phones
taking pictures and videos. Jake jumped down from the stage and grabbed one of
the cell phones. He turned around,