Chapter 44: Just One Night

We needed another singer. I still had no clue where Nash was, which only amplified my panic backstage.

"Wulf!" I shouted. "Where’s Wulf?"

The pandemonium increased, as those closest sought my brother aggressively. Someone shouted, and he appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

"I’m here," he said.

"Good. I want you out there." I thrust my arm toward the stage.

"Uh." His eyes flicked from me to the heavy curtain separating us from the audience. "Like, on stage?"

"Yes. I have an idea I think will be really cool."

He listened intently as I detailed my plan, grinning the whole time. When I finished, he said, "I always wanted to be famous."