Bad Moon (BBW Paranormal Romance) Read Online Free PDF

check, right?" she said
severely, her tone more probing than questioning. The guys nodded
and broke out into a chorus of "yeahs" and she continued to drill
them, making sure they knew the names of the other bands, how long
their set was, and the promotions at the bar they were obligated to
bring up. My attention drifted to the clamoring sea of people I
could catch glimpses of beyond the stage, moving around in the blue
light, an undulating sea of faces. The nerves returned to me,
bursting through my stomach less like butterflies, and more like an
angry hoard of hornets.
    They were there for Fun Aim, and depending on
how the guys played, they could love them, or totally hate them for
wasting their time.
    Once the annoyingly severe woman stopped
talking and turned her back to address some mumbling voice on her
headset, I turned to the guys and let the buzzing alcohol take over
my percolating nerves.
    "Hey, you're going to do fantastic. You're
here because of how great your demo is, don't forget that," I
slurred, throwing a finger forward pointedly, and probably a little
too dramatically. I did believe in them. No amount of doubt could
change that. "Remember that your number one fan is backstage,
cheering you on."
    "Aw!" Brandon said, running up to grip me and
a smothering hug. "Come on, group hug!" he called, and the other
guys came up around me, laughing and groaning, and squeezed their
arms around each other forming a tight rim of limbs around me. The
raging hole of empowerment and sadness that my break up tore into
me only an hour earlier was filled momentarily by the embrace, as I
was reminded that I wasn't alone.
    "Okay, come on you dopes!" I laughed. "Go
plug in your guitars and blow them away!"
    The guys cheered as they broke up the hug,
picking up their guitars and wandering off to the stage to plug
everything in. The crowd hushed for a moment, and then resumed
their chatter, and I knew that the band would have to demand their
attention with their music.
    "You can do it," I mumbled to myself,
ignoring the annoying blonde talking into her headset. Then the
lighting changed to a dramatic wash of purple and blue. The guys
looked to each other and then backstage, where the blonde raised a
thumbs up. Without hesitation Nick brought up his sticks and tapped
them, "1, 2, 3—" and the guitars blared, ringing out the first
chord of their newest song, “Believe In Hurt.”
    I held my breath where I would normally be
tapping my foot with a big goofy smile on my face. I loved the
song, it was one of my favorites (Brandon had written it about his
ex-boyfriend who cheated on him), but I was too consumed with
nerves to truly enjoy them. The crowd seemed to be reacting well,
and that calmed me a little. It was hard not to fall in love with
them, especially since Trent was such a brooding heart throb, with
his gruff, gravely voice and his heady swagger. From what I
understood of Fun Aim, a huge part of their fanbase were girls, so
hopefully they were falling in love with my boys even if their
aesthetic was a little shaky.
    They killed the opening song, Trent hitting
the low final notes perfectly. Shivers went down my spine as he
sang out: "I will never need you again." It was what I needed to
hear. Nothing would bring me back to Jason.
    They played a few more fast-paced tunes, all
of which I knew by heart. All of them were on their A-Game: though
I couldn't see their faces from where I stood, I could only assume
that their nerves had evolved into pure drive. They were completely
awesome, and their third song, "Metamorphosis" had a great, driving
bassline that got some people in the crowd riled up, jumping and
dancing.
    A smile crossed my face as I could finally
relax a little, completely sure that all of their long hours of
practice had paid off. I pulled out my phone and decided to record
some video to send to Sierra, so that she could catch a glimpse of
our first show.
    "Hey guys, whose here for Fun Aim?" Trent
called out. The crowed