A Road to Let Go (Fallen Tuesday #4) Read Free

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word, someone looked up and managed to spot the band. She started waving and
screaming, which led to the crowd erupting. Most people looked around, thinking
the band had come outside. But it only took a minute or so before they were all
looking up, cheering. They waved their hands, their signs, chanting for Fallen
Tuesday. A small group broke out into song after someone started playing a
Fallen Tuesday song on a portable speaker. The lot went from a crowd to a
little concert in a matter of minutes.
    “ The
power of music, ” Mack
whispered.
    “ Our
music, ” Jake said.
    “ Yup, ” Gray said. “ Our music. ”
    “ Speaking
of which, ” Luke said. “ We have to get going. ”
    “ I
don ’ t want to see that
radio host again, ” Jake
said. “ What ’ s his name? Traffic Tom or
something? ”
    Everyone laughed.
    Jake walked from the window and
grabbed a cold slice of pizza. He took a big bite and forced it down.
    “ At
least there won ’ t be
anymore questions, ” Luke
said. “ We ’ ll play and leave. Just wait
until we get outside with all those fans. ”
    “ Let ’ s do it, ” Mack said. He played a quick drum roll on the wall
and then made a line for the door.
    The entire band took up the
hallway. Frank waited for them. He was on a his cell, animated with his free
hand, his face red. He ended the call and slapped the wall.
    “ Something
wrong? ” Gray asked.
    “ Nothing.
Just touring issues. ”
    “ No
issues, ” Jake said. “ We need to tour. ”
    “ You
will, ” Frank said. “ But first, get in that room and
play your hearts out. ”
    “ That ’ s easy, ” Luke said. He patted Frank ’ s shoulder.
    The band got set up in the small
room. Four acoustic guitars and a small set of drums. The drums were for Mack.
The guitars for everyone else.
    They sat down, tuned up, and Luke
gave a thumbs up.
    Once they were live on the radio, Luke
introduced the band and Jake whispered into a mic … “ One … two … three … four …” and the live acoustic show
started.
    Jake and Trent hit their first
chords at the same time.
    It was beautiful. It was perfect.
    Luke looked back and smiled.
    Gray came in with a guitar lead and
Mack was last, adding a sweet, gentle background beat to the song. There was
nothing like playing a song live in front of the fans. The power of the song,
the purpose of it, the story it told and the voice. But when the song was
stripped down and put into acoustic form, that ’ s
when it really came to life.
    When Luke began to sing, Jake
closed his eyes and nodded.
    This was his life. This was his
purpose and meaning.
    With his eyes shut, Jake found
himself lost in the song and lost in the meaning. It took him all the way back
to the first time he met Chloe. She had been walking down the street. She
looked killer sexy. Jake had been driving a beat up piece of crap car and it
took all his courage to stop and ask Chloe if she needed a ride.
    Her response was amazing. “ Are you going to kill me? ”
    The look in her eyes. The way she
bit her lip. The way she leaned way too far into the car, showing off her
chest. It was everything Jake could have asked for in a chick he wanted to get
with. Especially since he was going to become a rockstar. He had just joined a
new band and now he had a girl.
    That band would become Fallen
Tuesday.
    And that girl would be the ex of
the bassist in his new band.
    Shit.
    Jake opened his eyes and watched
Gray ’ s fingers move along
the neck of the acoustic guitar as he played a solo. All Jake's troubles slipped
away when it was his turn to play his part of the solo. Gray looked up, nodded,
and Jake took over. He slid his middle finger all the way up the guitar. It was
harder to play a solo like this on an acoustic guitar but each note sounded
amazing. Jake played and played, dragging the solo out longer than it was
supposed to.
    When Luke waved a hand, Jake
shrugged his shoulders.
    He was just going with the song.
    Gray shook his head