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Justin

“Everythingthat went before”—Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

A spotlight fell over the lone e The dramatic illumination seemed unnecessary in a club as small as Carmine’s, where the maximum occupancy topped out at one hundred, but size wasn’t important Of course, that hat all desperados said when s had definitely turned desperate

My ragtag band of three was down a guitarist Not good—especially tonight Sure, our invitation to perforhtly suspicious And yes, I probably should have waited for Johnny to confirm he was available, but no one turned Carhting, sticky floors, dark walls adorned with ancient concert posters, a tiny stage on one end, a busy bar on the other…but it was special

Carmine’s catered to ht youbanjo player, or your neighborhood barista The “invitation only” policy elevated the opportunity to an elite status that an, and I ether full-tiuitar and vocals We were still er—and hell, a na,

But we needed Johnny If he didn’t get here soon, we’d have to es Or bow out

“What tian asked as he scanned the semi-dark area near the bar

“He didn’t say He couldn’t find anyone to close for him on three-hours’ notice,” I huffed “I kind of hoped we’d catch a break and get a later spot, but Car on first”

“Shit”

“You can say that again This is beginning to feel like a disaster” I tipped back my bottle and shot a weak smile at my brother, Rory, and his boyfriend, Christian, when they approached our table with a fresh round of drinks

Rory slid a beer in front ofhis head toward the bar “Heads up Your ex is at the bar”

We all turned on cue