Chapter 29

And that was how he found himself standing in the crowd on the evening of the concert. Not even his sisters or mother could convince him to arrive early and compare Kit’s band to some of the earlier performers. It was going to be bad enough having to listen to that so-called vocalist screaming at him for however long Kit’s band would be performing. He could only hope the industrial-strength earplugs he’d bought would be enough to protect him from permanent hearing loss.

They’d taken the stage right around sunset, which worked in Max’s favor, as he didn’t imagine the performers could see much of the audience in the gathering darkness. After all, he didn’t want a big confrontation—he simply wanted to see what it was that his boyfriend loved doing so much.