Jimmy Ryan was spinning crazily around the stage and Laura couldn’t take her eyes off him. His long, dark hair whipped around his head like a flag, sending sweat flying through the smoke filled air.

Around her, the girls were screaming his name and Laura tried to join in, but her voice was gone. She settled for shoving her way through the crowd to get a few inches closer to the stage.

Marcus Jane, the lead guitar player, strutted over in his skin tight, white leather pants and treated the crowd to a solo that sent tingles down Laura’s spine. Like everyone else in the packed arena, she flicked her lighter on and held it above her head as she swayed along to the haunting melody.

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