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shook his head in disbelief. “The things women do for fashion,” he grumbled then nodded toward me. “So…Grayson,” his voice faded as if he was going to ask why I was home.
    I smiled at him. “What’s up?”
    Please do not ask me why I’m home, or anything regarding Evie.
    “Would you care to play tonight?” he asked. “I know it’s probably been a while but just thought maybe you might want to for old time sake?”
    I thought about it for a minute. I hadn’t played in three months but I knew I would have no problem picking it up. I’d played nearly every day since I was three.
    “I’m a little rusty but why not,” I shrugged. “Let me know when you want me to come out.”
    Ethan walked back toward the stage as I went back into the bar to grab the drink I ordered. This was going to be a long fucking night and I needed alcohol.
    The thing was, my life had changed when I left this town. And now, looking at everything around me, it was changing again. I was sure of that.

 
    “Evie,” Ethan groaned from behind the stage where they were tuning the guitars. “Come on already. You’re fuckin’ stalling.”
    As I sat back stage against the stairs, I downed another shot of tequila to calm my nerves.
    I could never say no to my twin brother. Ethan and I didn’t always get along, with being identical twins and all. He would never hesitate to make my life hell every once in a while and that included not letting me get any sleep these days due to his active sex life…which happened to be with Frankie, my best friend. Talk about awkward, especially when I would hear their Together Time .
    It’s been just Ethan, our mom, and me since we were two. Because of this, Ethan was very protective of me and for the most part, he had good reason to be though. I seemed to find trouble everywhere I went.
    Ethan wasn’t a big guy by any means but he was a scrapper, as Josh would say. He had these big green eyes with thick black lashes that mirrored my own only his hair was a few shades darker than mine.
    Everyone thought he was absolutely adorable. Which could be a compliment to me too since we were identical twins. The funny thing about that was Ethan was born on September third at 11:58 P.M. and I was born at 12:03 A.M. on September fourth, which meant we didn’t share the same birthday. I have to say, growing up that was nice when we constantly struggled to find our own identity apart from being twins—everyone tends to group every aspect of your lives together. When you are three, it’s not an issue but when you are teenagers it can be a major downer.
    Ethan had come to me earlier today because their lead singer was sick with the flu. I couldn’t stand to see my brother stressed out so I said yes…but did I mention that I was drunk at the time this arrangement was made?
    I’m positive that was part of their plan.
    Reluctantly, I put my shot glass down and walked over to the band. I watched them banter back and forth for a moment about what song to play. They would do this forever if I didn’t interject soon.
    “Do you guys know that “I Shall Believe” song?”
    I could throw down Sheryl Crow when the time called for it.
    “Umm—yeah,” Ethan turned his head slightly to one side and cocked an eyebrow at me scratching his jaw. “Do you want to do that one?”
    “Yeah, I mean,” I was petrified of forgetting the lines. “I know that one so I think I should do one I know.”
    “All right,” Paul, their drummer, started strumming his guitar zealously. “Let’s do this!”
    Paul Jeffrey was my brother’s skittish, demented guitar player. Not to mention, I’m pretty sure he’s drunk right now.
    That makes two of us…well three if you count Frankie.
    The light was dim on the stage as I walked out but I could see the crowd gathering. There had to be at least a hundred people, if not more, waiting for us to begin. I could feel my heart beating in my ears.
    “You can do this Evie, stay calm!” I