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No one asked me to do this but I'm going to do it anyway. All from my latest novel Wow & Flutter, that I'm currently editing as I prep to query. :)
Once word of Jesse’s late-night studio adventure got out, the industry rumor mills got to work. Speculation on The Frames' future abounded. One blogger, some new-to-the-scene asshole with a hotel chain for a name, wrote an entire post on The Frames’s pending breakup. One industry magazine claimed to have insider info that there had been daily fights on the tour bus and that two band members had nearly come to blows. It was total bullshit, of course. The most dramatic moment on tour had been when Pete finally beat Ben at chess, something he’d been trying to do for years and had gloated for days—hardly the Montagues and the Capulets.
They agreed to meet in the darkened curtains of the stage one day during study hall. It was nearly pitch-black backstage, and it smelled of wood shavings. Sean had peeled away layers of Kevin’s clothes along with his inhibitions to find a pale, beautifully defined body begging for Sean’s touch. Kevin had withered against Sean, nearly sobbing as he came. Kevin had kissed him afterward like Sean was the only air he’d ever need to breathe.
What he did remember with crystalline clarity as his car first skidded, then drifted, then spun was thinking, “I’m not going fast enough to die.” He remembers the way his headlights flashed against the embankment. The way the car in his rearview mirror was now in front of him and the unnatural, sideways view of the Charles River. There was nothing he could do as he spun a full 360 degrees. He was at the mercy of momentum and ice. And he’d watched it with a strange detachment, like this slow-motion wreck wasn’t happening to him at all. There had been something freeing about relinquishing all control.
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