Brandon's POV
The final note rang through the arena.
For one glorious second, everything stood still.
Then the crowd erupted.
The applause crashed over us like a tidal wave.
Lights swept across the massive venue.
People rose from their seats.
Cheering.
Whistling.
Clapping and laughing.
Thousands of faces blurred together beneath the dazzling lights.
I stood at center stage breathing hard, guitar hanging from my shoulder, sweat sticking my shirt to my back.
We had done it.
Every rehearsal.
Every sleepless night.
Every argument.
Every setback.
Every moment of doubt.
It had all led here. To this very moment.
The London Fashion Fest.
The biggest audience we had ever performed for.
I looked sideways at the guys.
Oliver was practically vibrating with excitement.
Pete looked like he might cry.
Jason had both arms raised toward the audience.
The crowd chanted our band's name.
Again.
And again.
And again.
For a few seconds I allowed myself to enjoy it.
