A Sound Like Hope (Fallen Tuesday #3) Read Online Free PDF

long as they needed. The soundstage had another
setup with their equipment. It was one of the many perks of finally making it
big. Money bought a lot of cool things, but the coolest was the ability to have
so many instruments that they could play music whenever they wanted to.
    In the early days of the band, they
all had one guitar or one bass or one set of drumsticks. Mack used to tape a
broken drumstick together until he could afford to buy a new set. Hell, it was
being poor and breaking a couple strings that made Trent into the bassist he
was for Fallen Tuesday.
    The studio cleared out except for
Trent and Jake. When Trent realized they were the only two in the room, he
laughed and shook his head.
    “ Do
you think they did this on purpose to us? ” he asked Jake.
    Jake rolled up a couple cords and
placed them on an amp. “ I
don ’ t know, man. I don ’ t really care right now either. ”
    Being alone with Jake was always
uncomfortable, but music usually made things easier. Unfortunately, there was
no music to be made right now. Instead, there was the past to dig up and Trent
knew there was no avoiding it.
    “ For
the record, I had no idea she was coming back around, ” Jake said. “ I ’ m pissed off. ”
    “ Yeah,
you really seem it, ” Trent
said. “ She make you run
late today? ”
    Jake smiled. “ My personal business is mine. ”
    “ Yeah.
Well, my personal business has been played out across the internet, radio, and
television. Yet nobody knows the real story. ”
    “ Is
there where I ’ m supposed to
ask about the real story? ” Jake asked.
    “ No.
You don ’ t care, remember? ”
    Jake stiffened and folded his arms. “ Look, Trent, I don ’ t know where we are supposed to
go in all this. I thought it was long gone, man, but I guess it ’ s not. ”
    “ You
don ’ t get what I did, ” Trent said. “ For you. For her. For the band. ”
    “ That ’ s right, ” Jake said. “ I
forgot … we have Trent
the hero in the band. ”
    Trent stepped toward Jake. They
were alone. Anything could happen. Maybe the two of them needed to work this out
like men. Or maybe the right thing to do was to talk and walk away, but right
now, the former seemed like the better choice.
    Before he could act on his anger,
Mack was there to stop anything from happening.
    “ Holy
hell, ” he said. “ You two need to cut this shit
out. We ’ re leaving. Both of
you get out of here before you do something stupid and hurt the band. ”
    “ The
only one doing something stupid right now is Jake, ” Trent said.
    “ If
you have something to say, ” Jake said, “ then just come
out and say it. ”
    “ Or
don ’ t, ” Mack said. He was big enough to
drag both Trent and Jake out of the room if necessary.
    Trent pushed by Jake and kicked the
door open. He hated always doing the right thing. It felt like all those years
ago, standing there, tuning his bass, watching Chloe wrap her arms around Jake ’ s neck. Kissing him. Flicking
her tongue at his lips, teasing him. Yet when she did that, her eyes were
always upon Trent. It was as though she pleasured Jake while keeping Trent on a
short leash.
    He really hated Chloe, yet he
couldn ’ t get her out of his
mind.

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    Emily started to pull into the
driveway but stopped when she saw Nicholas with his skateboard upside down,
doing something to it. That was one thing that kept Nicholas distracted. It was
also one more thing Emily couldn ’ t
relate to. She didn ’ t get
the appeal of skateboards and she did not have the balance or coordination to
skateboard. The couple times she got on Nicholas ’ s
skateboard when he wasn ’ t
looking, she fell to her ass.
    Nicholas looked up at Emily, swinging
his head to move the blonde hair out of his eyes. He had dark brown eyes. He
was such a handsome kid and Emily wanted him to have so much more than the hand
dealt to him. Emily hated the long, greasy hair but knew that she needed to
pick her battles. She could deal with