A Voice to Love (Fallen Tuesday Book One) (A Brothers of Rock Novel) Read Online Free PDF Page B

screaming for Fallen Tuesday.
    “Holy hell,” Trent said.
    “What is this?” Jake
asked.
    “This is being famous,”
Mack said.
    “There’s a hundred people
out there,” Gray said.
    “At least,” Luke said.
    “How? How the hell?” Mack
asked.
    “Technology,” Luke said.
“How many people saw us on the side of the road? How many people took a picture
and tagged the location? The radio station probably said something by now.
Christ, and Frank sends a limo for us. It’s no secret then, I guess.”
    “What do we do?” Trent
asked.
    Mack clapped his hands
together. “We get our shit and get to the hotel.”
    “How?” Gray asked.
    “We’ve wanted this since
we were kids,” Luke said. “We were once these crazy fans, weren’t we? Sneaking
around shows and hotels and buses, desperate for an autograph. Now we’re the
rockstars.”
    “Rockstars.” Mack leaned
forward and grabbed a guitar.
    Luke opened the door and
stepped out with a guitar. Everyone followed and they took a few steps before
the crowd erupted even more. The fans were fun. They were screaming because the
band was okay. They screamed questions about the accident. Fallen Tuesday stuck
close and walked through the crowd. The fans were blocking the way to the
hotel. It worried Luke for a second, but then he saw the security guards open
the door. Four large men were on their way to help.
    “What’s happening?” Luke
called out.
    His voice hurt but the
crowd loved it.
    Soon there looked like a
million hands shaking right in Luke’s face. There were pictures, posters,
papers, and shirts. Markers and pens. Then came the cell phones. The clicks of
pictures, flashes of cameras, and then people holding their phones out taping
the entire scene.
    Luke looked at the band
and nodded.
    They all started to sign
autographs.
    This was the moment they
all had been waiting for. Their first gig was in their high school auditorium
at a talent show. The audience count had been twelve people, including three
teachers and the principal. Not even a minute into their first song, the
principal pulled the plug because he didn’t like the music. That’s where Fallen
Tuesday had started. The first real gig was at a local college, opening for a
college band. The audience count was seven, five of those being the band
members of the other band. When they first arrived in Los Angeles, every dive
bar and club turned them down twice before giving them a shot to play.
    Luke’s wrist hurt and he
had been kissed by two dozen women. Many had proposed to him and more had
offered to join him in the hotel for a little fun. The same women made their
way to the rest of band, offering the same. Luke learned how to field those
offers with laughs and nothing more. Jake and Trent were a little gun shy of it
all still. They were the baby faces in the band, the ones who could probably
get more women than the rest of the band, but they were always in shock of the
sudden fame. As for Gray and Mack, they loved the attention. Gray hugged all
the women he could, took pictures, and wiggled around the questions and offers
of love and one night stands. Mack didn’t care. He never cared. He pushed back
at the women, asking them questions.
    What would you do? How
long could you keep up? What about your friends?
    He was brutal and Frank
hated it. Frank warned them that someday someone could come forward and start
trouble.
    The security guards
started to break up the crowd. Luke hurried to sign more autographs. He hated
the idea of someone going home without a picture, autograph, or even a handshake.
He knew that feeling, but he also knew that when the limo pulled into the
parking lot there was about a hundred people. Now, there was twice that, maybe
more. It wouldn’t be possible to sign all the autographs for the fans waiting.
Fallen Tuesday would be outside all night and even then it wouldn’t stop.
Everyone was already posting the pictures of the band on social networks and
texting their