with loads of pictures, music downloads, tour dates, blogs and scheduled appearances. She could spend a day on it and never grow tired. How could she have not taken the time to hear their music?
“Did you find what you were looking for?”
Libby beamed as she stood and picked up her books. “Yeah, thanks, I did. It was great.” She felt a mix of euphoria of pouring over the details of Peter’s life and regret at having to quit.
“Glad to help. You let me know if you need to get on again.”
“I definitely wil, thanks.”
“Libby?”
“Yeah?” She turned back.
“Don’t you think it would help if I gave you a late pass?”
“Oh yeah.” Libby took the pink slip of paper and wandered out of the office toward her next class. Al the photos of Peter and his brothers filed her head. He smiled brightly in each photo. Some taken on stage, some from photo shoots, others greeting fans.
Those were interesting. Lots of girls surrounded the three brothers with huge smiles, but she bet they never spent time alone with Peter just hanging out.
She needed to figure out how to get more of him. She needed his CD, and now, but she didn’t have any money. This could take some creativity.
Chapter 5
Peter waited backstage with his brothers. His mind wandered to his afternoon with Libby. He loved the time they spent together at Parfrey’s Glen and hoped she’d be there Saturday. He didn’t know why he felt this way; maybe because she didn’t care who he was.
But, she didn’t realy know who he was either. The thought made him smile. It also might be that Libby was his friend and no one else’s. She had nothing to do with the band, the CD or the tour.
“Helo, earth to Peter.” Garrett interrupted his thoughts. “You want to get your head in the game here?”
“What?” Peter scowled.
“You might want your earpiece.”
Peter reached for his sound pack, and found it absent. “Aw, man. I’l be right back.” He rushed off stage to get it and was met half way by a panicked sound tech who quickly hooked him up.
“You’ve got it bad, man!” Garrett yeled after him. “Real bad!”
Once back in place and ready, Peter waited for their intro.
The crowd in the arena went wild. The combined energy built to epic levels. Garrett waited stage left, guitar in hand. Adam mirrored him on stage right with Peter anchored the center. His blood rushed in anticipation as their moment grew near. God he loved this.
The music built in a huge crescendo, spotlights roamed the arena and fog roled onto the stage. The trio of brothers nodded to each other, in sync and ready to rock. Garrett went first, a spotlight iluminated him; he hit the opening chord on his bass guitar and the crowd cheered. Moments later Adam appeared, guitar in hand. His young grin sent the audience into a frenzy as he joined Garrett in musical power. Finaly Peter stepped into the lights and the crowd went balistic.
Peter loved this part of the night. After a long afternoon of rehearsal, sound checks, and final warm ups, it was time for the payoff. This was nirvana. He gave his signature welcome to the audience nodding in several directions, each time eliciting more cheers. He stepped up to his mic stand and held it in anticipation.
His body pulsed to the beat as he waited for his entrance. He gazed out over the vast crowd, filed with confidence and power.
The audience rocked to the music. Eager and excited, they became putty in his hands. The moment came. The guitars hit his key, the drum and cymbals crashed and the lights exploded in color.
In that same instant, Peter swung the mic stand and nailed his opening note, his body taut with strength and energy. His pure voice rose above the instruments; his lyrics hit the back wal. He owned the stage. Al eyes were on him. The night was young and he was ready to rock.
Song after song the three moved with a synchronicity only possible between blood brothers. They worked off each other’s signals, and moved from individual highlights and solos to unison movement. At times they delivered their carefuly crafted harmonies, singing together at one mic, their heads inches apart. They exchanged silent communication. When they were on stage, they displayed complete and utter harmony of movement, thought and talent. They hummed with energy.
While Garrett and Adam awed with their expert guitar stylings, Peter ramped things up with smoking