A Road to Let Go (Fallen Tuesday #4) Read Online Free PDF

held it out, and took a picture.
    There … how ’ s that? he thought as he
climbed back up on stage.
    The song ended and the band got
together in the center of the stage to take their bow. Their arms were around
each other as they huddled together.
    “ Holy
shit, ” Mack said.
    “ That
was sweet, ” Trent said.
    Jake smiled. It seemed odd that not
too long ago he and Trent were nose to nose ready to beat the hell out of each
other. Then again, this was rock n ’ roll right now, not the bullshit of the outside world that waited. He and Trent
could jam like this now, but ten minutes off stage, they could be nose to nose
again.
    It didn ’ t take much of a spark to light that fire again.
    “ I ’ m not done, ” Jake said. “ Acoustic. Let ’ s do it. Right in the middle of
the crowd. ”
    “ Let ’ s go, ” Mack said.
    The band opened their huddle and
faced the cheering crowd. They took a quick bow and Luke grabbed the mic.
    “ We ’ re not done yet! ”
    Jake ran to the side of the stage
where Frank stood with his hands up.
    “ Acoustic
guitars, ” Jake said. “ Get those gates opened for us,
too. ”
    “ What
the hell …”
    “ We ’ re giving the fans what they
want, ” Jake said. “ Hurry. ”
    Within seconds, security was back
on the ground, shifting the crowd so Fallen Tuesday could have room to walk.
They jumped off the stage and were each handed an acoustic guitar. They all
strummed, the random chords sounding like a mess. But it didn ’ t matter. It was music. It was
about the emotion. The randomness of it all.
    Luke was given a mic on a stand and
it was time to go.
    Luke counted four and the band went
right into a impromptu acoustic set.
    Halfway through the first song,
Jake caught himself scanning the crowd again. He was submerged in Fallen
Tuesday fans. Then something caught his attention from the corner of his eye.
    To his left he saw the pregnant
woman from before. She was still being aided by security, which was good, but
the sight of her brought back Chloe. Jake didn't want to think of Chloe right
now, and maybe not ever. His hands kept moving. They had the instinctive
ability to play guitar no matter what.
    Jake ’ s
eyes were glued to the woman. She nodded her head and sang along with Fallen
Tuesday. Her hands rested on her large stomach.
    Chloe ’ s stomach is going to get that
big.
    She ’ s going to complain about it,
too.
    She ’ s going to want to get married … hell, she already called
herself my wife.
    I don ’ t want to marry her … Chloe …
    I don ’ t want her … Chloe …
    Jake swallowed hard and felt like a
weight had been put on his chest. The pregnant woman spotted Jake staring at
her. She smiled and her eyes went wide. She slowly lifted her left hand and
waved. Jake gave a nod but didn ’ t
smile. His emotions were tucked away and hidden on the inside.
    When Jake turned his head and
looked at the band, everything seemed to get worse. What was going to happen
with the band when they found out Chloe was pregnant? What would happen on
tour? What if Chloe wanted to come? What if she went into labor in the middle
of a show?
    The thoughts weighed on Jake.
    He looked straight ahead and all
the fans were singing, cheering, reaching.
    What the hell did they want?
    That ’ s
what Jake wanted to know. What did all these people really want?
    Jake suddenly stopped playing. His
hands fell to his sides. The guitar started to slide down his body. Jake then
ripped the guitar off his neck and threw it up on the stage. Luke looked but
kept with the song. So did the rest of the band.
    That ’ s
when Jake started to walk away.
    He had never left a show before,
but it was all too much. The emotions were like bricks in his body. Pulling,
pushing, twisting, hurting.
    Fans reached for him, touching his
shoulder. A few people pulled at his shirt and he quickly threw his shoulder to
get their hold off him. Jake gritted his teeth hard ready to explode. He feared
what he would end up