I shifted uncomfortably, resisting the urge to tug at the collar of my shirt. “While I avoid the spotlight as a general rule, Chance convinced me it was right for tonight.”
The way Red’s expression transformed from surprise to pure delight made my discomfort worth it. “Thank you. That means everything to me.”
Chance stepped closer, his hand brushing against my arm. “It’s time,” he murmured, his voice low enough that only I could hear. “The crowd is ready.”
Nerves churned in my stomach, something I hadn’t experienced in years. Music had always been something private for me that I shared only with Early, Fitzy, and Iason. The idea of performing in front of a packed house made my palms sweat. But it was too late for regrets now.
“Enjoy the show,” I told Red, clapping him on the shoulder before following Chance toward the stage.
The small dais that usually hosted local musicians looked different tonight, transformed by professional equipment that Iason’s team had brought in. I retrieved my guitar from its stand, the familiar weight of it in my hands providing some comfort. I took a seat on the nearby barstool, adjusting the microphone in front of me.
My eyes found Early in the audience. His sunny smile radiated pride and encouragement, giving me the confidence I needed. He blew me a kiss, and I felt my nerves settle enough to begin.
Everyone erupted into applause as Chance took his position at center stage. His presence commanded attention, drawing every eye in the room to him. The lights caught the angles of his face, highlighting his cheekbones and making his blue eyes sparkle with excitement.
I cleared my throat, leaning toward my microphone. “Thanks to everyone for coming out tonight,” I said, strumming a few soft chords on my guitar. The familiar vibration against my fingertips comforted me, even as I struggled with the discomfort of having so many eyes focused on me.
People knew me as the gruff owner of Hurly-burly, the guy who poured their drinks and kicked out troublemakers. They didn’t know the musician in me who could lose himself for hours in melodies andharmonies. The vulnerability of revealing the hidden part of me made my skin prickle with unease.
“We appreciate the support you’re showing Red tonight,” I continued, my voice rougher than usual. I glanced over at him, where he stood near the bar with tears in his eyes. “This place won’t be the same without you, kid.”
Chance leaned into his microphone, his smile warm and genuine as he addressed the packed room. “Tonight, we want to let Red know how much he means to us,” he announced, his voice carrying through the speakers. “But it’s also about redemption and taking risks. I’m honored to share this song with someone who reminded me what real passion feels like. In his honor, Duke and I will perform a duet of ‘Chase the Light’ for you tonight.”
I took a deep breath and let my fingers find the opening chords. Muscle memory kicked in, transporting me back to countless nights spent alone with my guitar, losing myself in the music that had always been my private sanctuary. The first notes rang out clear and true, silencing the chatter.
Chance’s voice started low and haunting as I played.
Your gaze strikes sharp, it rips me raw,
Gives me wounds I’ll worship, the ache I’ll claw.
Your touch draws lines I’m dying to cross,
Each taste of your skin’s worth every loss.
Hearing him sing live and so close to me was a profound experience, but I stayed focused as I sang the next verse alone.
You cage your heart behind your fight,
But I’ll break every bone scaling your heights.
Even if I shatter, I’ll never let go,
Drag me to the edge,
Please don’t say no.
We did the chorus together, and that was when something truly magical happened.
I need your hands, I need your grip,
To pull me closer, to make me spill.
Leave me trembling, wrecked and bare,
Take all of me, leave nothing to spare.
Chasing the last light, get me there.
