The crowd was totally digging Cheyenne.
I was a little worried at first since I wasn’t sure if her style of singing would exactly match the band but I shouldn’t have doubted.
She threw her heart and soul into the music. It was amazing to watch. Iconic.
I could tell Hunter was really getting into the vibe with her, too. The music’s pace was heart pounding.
And her voice had this earth shattering range that I’d never heard before. God. She was miles ahead of that prick, Kade Phelps.
My next task would be to talk her into joining the band for good.
I learned something about myself when I got on stage. That it didn’t matter if it was in the theater or a dive bar, I loved performing.
Thankfully, the guys were cool with doing songs I knew. They put a heavy metal spin to some pop songs, and I honestly felt at home singing them.
The crowd cheered at some points when one of the songs crescendoed at the chorus. It surprised me but buoyed my energy and I sang even more passionately.
Glancing over to my left, I noticed my friends jumping and cheering, too. God, it was so surreal. What a rush!
After the night was over, the guys kind of just stared at each other. They didn’t tell me I did a good job or even thanked me. I felt kind of awkward and was just going to get my things and leave with Akia and Phoebe when Mateo finally spoke.
“What do you think, guys?” he said.
The drummer, Angelo gave him a look. “What do you think?”
The lead guitarist mumbled something to the bassist but I couldn’t hear him.
My stomach tied itself in knots thinking I must have sucked. I guessed the crowd just liked the music and the band must have felt my female voice was too different for them. After all, they’d been a heavy metal band with a deep male voiced lead.
I laughed trying to lighten up the atmosphere. “Well, it was fun, guys. Thanks for letting me sing with you. You’re all very talented and I’m definitely going to follow your band from now on.”
Angelo smiled and said, “Instead of following, how about joining us for good?”
That knocked my breath clean away. I stammered, glancing at Hunter then at Mateo. “Y-You mean…work on songs together and have me tour with you?” My mind whirred at the notion.
Hunter’s eyes held mine. My skin shivered at how serious he was. “Cheyenne, we’d be honored if you’d join our band.”
The bassist, Devontae added, “You fit us, dude. Please say yes.”
It was so strange. I hardly knew them and this was all so new to me and yet it was like I’d found my way home. Emotion welled up inside me and I wiped a tear as I simply nodded without even thinking through anything.
Once I got back to my dorm room, the thought of joining their band struck me.
“Oh my God. What have I done?” I whispered.
Peeking outside my window I could spy a few students chatting with each other as they worked on their homework.
I thought about my acting professor and how shocked she was going to be when I tell her I’m not coming back in the spring. Or finish out this semester for that matter.
And then another thought hit me. What were my parents going to say?
What about Zachary?
I knew my grandpa would support me. He’d been telling me not to waste my time at college. Acting classes were offered outside of universities, but I’d wanted to be with my friends. Kristie was a huge part of that decision and now she’d left me. What was really keeping me here? Grandpa said I should always grab any opportunity when it presented itself. Wasn’t this a golden opportunity?
Did I really want to be a singer in a band?
My mind went back to the exhilerating feeling I had singing with music I loved and hearing the shouts and adulation from the crowd and I could only answer one way.