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if I know who I’m supposed to be after all these years of pretending everything is okay when my life is actually complete crap.
    The crowd applauds as we step up to our individual microphones. The loud noise lessens and I hear our names being screamed by a group of girls off to the side. Turning to give them one of my best wicked smiles, I make eye contact with one of them and freeze.
    It’s Ellie. Ellie Palmer. The same Ellie Palmer that I’ve been obsessing over for the last three weeks. The girl that I traded my soul for in order to keep her safe. My heart is hammering in my chest and it feels as if the breath has just whooshed out of my lungs, leaving me speechless. She’s just as shocked to see me as I am to see her.
    “Our first song is one you’ll recognize,” Dax says, his voice ringing clear over the speakers as the crowd quiets down.
    Crap . As the lead singer, I’m supposed to introduce the songs. I to see Dax giving me an incredulous look. All I can do is shrug stupidly and start playing.
    We breeze through our set, starting with popular ones like the Eric Clapton version of I Shot the Sheriff , and closing with the Beatles’ Let It Be with a few of our own songs in between. I’m pretty sure the crowd liked our music, but I was too busy focusing on Ellie to notice much else. Every time I looked her way, she was staring directly at me, either unashamed at being noticed or too caught up in her thoughts to realize she was doing it. I don’t care which it is, just the fact that she’s acknowledging my existence, even without meaning to, is enough to make my heart falter in an unfamiliar yet not unpleasant way.
    “That was brilliant!” Dax exclaims as he thumps my back once we’re backstage. “Such a fucking rush!”
    “Yeah, it was,” I agree. I take off my guitar and pack it up in its case, stretching out my fingers. I’d been so wrapped up in Ellie that I hadn’t noticed the throbbing pain in my hand until now.
    “Boys, that was abso-fuckin-lutely fantastic!” George says, barging into the room with a pint for each of us. Sweaty and hot, I accept the beer gratefully and chug down half of it. “So, you want to be regulars, on Friday nights?”
    Dax and I freeze in place and exchange shocked looks. “You mean, every Friday night? Like a permanent thing?” I ask.
    George pats my shoulder, “Of course like a permanent thing. They fucking loved you two.” His eyes dart from me to Dax, waiting for an answer. Before either of us can speak, he continues. “Have you ever thought of bringing in another guitarist and a drummer? Because my nephew is here with my sister for the school year. He’s American, and he and his mate have been looking for a few guys to play with. You’d be brilliant together.”
    I shoot Dax a concerned stare, one eyebrow raised suspiciously. I don’t want to get stuck with George’s halfwit nephew for a band mate.
    “Uhhh, we hadn’t really thought about it, George. To be honest, we’ve only just started seriously playing in the last year or so,” I tell him truthfully. Dax and I have both had guitars since we were ten, but it’s only recently that we started putting together actual songs and not just screwing around.
    “No worries, I’ll have them stop by next Friday to see your show. You’ll love them!” George pulls a wad of bills out of his pocket and hands us each a large amount. “Here, you did great. See you next week!” He spins and disappears back into the pub.
    “Lovely,” Dax hisses, “Now we get to babysit George’s nephew?”
    I can’t worry about new band mates or George’s prat nephew. I’m too distracted by the thought of Ellie Palmer and whether or not she would be willing to kiss me again.

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    E llie
    “You can do this, Ellie,” I mutter as I walk toward my first period class.
    I’m nervous to see Adam after I bailed Friday night at the DK. I told Kate my stomach hurt and convinced her to leave her friends and go home with me as