Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
As if hearing her, which is impossible in this stadium, Dylan looks at Madds, and his already beaming smile lights up like Christmas morning.
Next up is Jett, and just like Dylan, the spotlight beams over him, once again blowing me away. I mean, shit. How the hell are they appearing like this? Maybe I should have paid closer attention during rehearsals. Jett launches into an incredible riff, and as I feel his chords vibrate through my chest, I know Axel would be proud. It took me a minute, but I’ve finally decided that Jett has more than earned his position in the band, but I hold my stance that he’s not a replacement for Axel; he’s just another member.
Their intro is already crazy when everything goes silent.
The crowd stops screaming, wondering what the hell is going on, when Ezra’s hypnotic voice sounds through the massive speakers, singing the first line of “Not Waitin’ on a Hypothetical.”
“Eight years runnin’, baby. I’m coming home to you.”
The crowd loses their shit as the stadium falls into silence again, and Alexia almost loses her tiny mind, recognizing her daddy’s voice anywhere.
People frantically search the massive stadium, trying to figure out where Ezra’s hiding, but the drums start again, this time picking up the tempo and making everyone go crazy. Then just like before, it falls to silence, and Ezra sings another line.
“Take my cold dead heart, baby. Make it something new.”
Rock hits the drums with such force, I feel his intoxicating beat rattle through my chest, and this time, he doesn’t let up when Ezra repeats the lyrics, a deep passion in his tone.
“Eight years runnin’, baby. I’m coming home to you.”
“Take my cold dead heart, baby. Make it something new.”
As the heat kicks up and the tempo rises, everyone knows it’s coming and can hardly contain themselves. And then finally, the crowd goes wild as the border of the stage lights up with fire, and right there in the center, with lights beaming up around him, is my man gripping the neck of Axel’s favorite electric guitar.
Everyone loses their shit, screaming for the man that rocks my world every single day, and I couldn’t be prouder.
He doesn’t move an inch, just stands with a wide stance, one hand on the guitar, the other simply dangling by his side, clutching his microphone, and it’s more than enough to make at least five girls in the front row collapse.
Alexia goes apeshit in my arms until I’m forced to put her down, and with her tiny little feet planted on the ground, she jumps up and down and tests her limits when she tries to make her debut appearance on the stage. Though while the label probably won’t be too thrilled about it, I know Ezra will love it.
Then ever so slowly, he lifts the microphone—moving his arm out wide in the process—and tilts his chin to the sky as the anticipation rocks through the crowd. Then as if on cue, all of the guys start playing, and the show starts with a bang.
“Holy fucking shit,” a voice calls from beside Madds. “This is insane.”
I glance around her, not realizing anyone was there, and find Rock’s girlfriend, Tiffany, with a wide grin stretched across her face.
“Oh, you’ve got no idea,” Madds tells her, knowing all too well that this is her first Demon’s Curse concert.
Rock and Tiffany haven’t been together long, a few months perhaps, and so far, it seems to be going great. She’s not a fangirl, which is exactly what he needs. She’s more of a shy, country-music type, but when Carrie Underwood comes on with that “Before He Cheats” banger, she breaks right out of her shell. It’s amazing. I have a good feeling about them, and I hope for Rock’s sake, that she makes him just as happy as Ezra makes me.
I’m completely mesmerized by the show, and despite it being a little over two and a half hours, the seconds tick by all too soon. Before I know it, the boys are wrapping up their opening night, and Ezra crashes into me backstage, his arms scooping right around both me and our sleeping daughter.
His lips come down on mine before I even have a chance to tell him how incredible he was. I feel the adrenaline radiating off him, and it’s like a drug, infecting the very souls of everyone within his reach. The rush is intoxicating, and I need so much more of it. I’m completely and utterly addicted.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans against my lips. “That was incredible.”
“You were incredible,” I tell him.
His face drops to the curve of my neck, breathing me in as his hands tighten on my waist. “I’ve gotta have you.”
“What the hell are you waiting for?”
His head snaps up, his gaze locking onto mine as if wondering just how serious I am, but he should know better. When it comes to being with him, I’m always serious. His gaze flicks to Alexia in my arms, hesitation flashing in his eyes, and I see the exact moment he figures out his plan.