Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
MIA
Wes’s announcement that in less than a week after starting the band, we’re to debut Exit Fate at a show tomorrow is actually insane. The only thing keeping me anchored about it in any way is the fact that Aiden and Leo seem calm, and that with Noah, we’re all back to making absolute magic today.
After Wes leaves us to practice, we run through as much as we can. The fact of the matter is that despite the talent in this room and the magic we’re making with this talent, we only just got together.
“Chances Sound House will even have an audience?” Noah chuckles. “Never seen the place empty before, but I suppose there’s always a chance.”
“You must all be from the city, then,” I say. They all nod an affirmative. I’ve been to Sound House a few times, always as a fan of bands playing there, but it’s a venue too large for me to perform in at the moment. Well, the previous moment, I suppose.
“Wes will fill it, I’m sure,” Aiden says a little dismissively.
I raise an eyebrow. “Are you hoping it’ll be empty?”
Aiden gestures to the mess we’ve made of the place while rehearsing, which was less practice of material we’ve written this week and more just making sure we have the ability to time well against each other.
Aiden’s afraid of getting in trouble with his previous band, so Designation Outsider songs are off the table. Leo didn’t much care if he pissed off Lost Time, so we’ve picked up some of their songs, Dreaming Late , and a few other classics to cover.
“No,” he says, but I can tell there’s more, so I stare him down until he relents. “Darius is up my ass about Exit Fate.”
“Screw him,” Leo comments. “He’s always been a bastard. If they wanted you to be cool, they could’ve done things any number of other ways.”
Aiden inclines his head. “Told him as much, but it still has me worried.”
“Fuck that.” I stand up. “I’m not going to let you worry what they think while we’re creating this band. Besides.” I whip out my phone and open up a streaming app. “I can fill the venue.”
Noah shoots me a look. “Can you now?”
I look at him over the top of my phone. “Three million views. How many can Sound House hold?”
“Four thousand eight hundred,” Noah replies, then shakes his head. “On with it, then.”
“What? Thirty-three year old rock stars afraid of a little social media?” I ask in a sing-song voice.
Aiden’s gaze rakes me over from head to toe. “Can you handle a crowd that size?”
I don’t think he means it to come across as cold as it does, but I still think, touché.
I hit “Go Live” and stuff down my momentary irritation. “Guess we’ll find out.”
It doesn’t take long for my followers to flood into the live stream. I greet them and gloss over all the questions about Exit Fate as they pour in. Someone really let the cat out of the bag, didn’t they?
When I’ve hit about twenty-thousand viewers, I start walking toward my new bandmates. “Well, since so many of you are asking about Exit Fate, how about meeting them?”
I head to Noah first who’s looking at me a little more dryly than he really should be for someone with twenty-thousand eyes on him. “This is Noah, our bassist. He’s truly talented. Say hi, Noah.”
“Hi,” he offers in an adorably grumpy way.
I flit over to where Leo still sits at the drum set. After how long we’ve been here today he’s been massaging his shoulders best he can. “And Leo, he might be a familiar face to many. Just wait until you hear what he’s cooked up.”
Leo’s face instantly lights up with a smile fit for any PR questioning. “I think you’re really going to like it, and our lead singer, Mia, here.”
I blush a little but keep moving until I’m standing shoulder to shoulder with Aiden. I raise up the camera so he’s in view, but most of my face isn’t. “And Aiden. I know you know him. Mastermind of Exit Fate, he’s leading us into a new future.”
“Hey there.” His smile is easy-going and smooth, and turns to relief as he falls out of frame.
I settle the camera back on me. “We’re really excited for what we’re doing here with Exit Fate. It’s a little too early to talk albums and singles, but we are playing tomorrow night at the Sound House. If you’re nearby, be sure to grab tickets. Okay, gotta go!”
I end the stream while chat throws money signs and hearts and ticket emojis. “Easy.”
Noah is the least convinced. “Ten minutes live on social media doesn’t equal ticket sales.”
Leo stands and sets his drumsticks on the seat he vacated. “Maybe not, but it’s something. At the end of the day this is just our first live gig. All we need to do is show up.”
“And not suck,” Noah points out.
I gesture to our setup. “We won’t. It’s not like we’re entirely fresh musicians who have never done any of this before. Half the songs we’re playing tomorrow are songs we’ve all known for years.”
“Yeah,” Noah says, “because they’re not ours .”
Aiden pulls in a loud, frustrated breath. “Wes is pushing us on purpose. He believes this is possible. And Leo’s right, it’s just one show. It won’t make or break us whether we’ve been a band for four days or four years.” He glances at me. “So if your followers come fill Sound House and spread the word, then all the better.”
I point to where Aiden’s own phone has been sitting for hours, intermittently lighting up with messages and calls he’s been purposely ignoring. “Repost the live or make your own posts. You’ll get plenty involved, too. I’m more than confident there are thousands of your fans wanting to know what you’re doing next.”
Aiden winces. Those messages from Darius must have been awful. But he relents. “Everyone post as Mia directs. She’s now our social media manager along with our lead singer.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Do you want me to make us a band account, too?” Honestly, Wes should have done that day one. Or me. Granted, I was a little occupied at the time.
Aiden nods. “Might as well. You’re really great at it. Was never something Designation Outsider fully embraced.”
Noah starts putting his bass away. “It can be a time suck which is why I usually don’t either. But I can’t deny Mia’s got talent for it, yeah.” He doesn’t say it, but I hear, that’s how she went viral after all , somewhere in his words.
Leo checks his phone then heads to his bag and pulls out a pill case. He finds whatever he’s looking for and pops it into his mouth and swallows. “So what’s the plan? Stay here all night and practice?”
Aiden shrugs. “We could, or at my place again. Sorry I don’t have more actual beds.”
Leo waves him off. “Couch is fine.”
Noah lights up. “We could practice, or we could go blow off some steam and jitters at some parties.”
My chests squeezes tight. Don’t. I hear Sable’s voice. And Wes’. “I’ll have to pass, sorry.”
Noah levels me with a look. “I promise it’ll be worth it. They’re more jam parties than anything else. A lot of musicians will be there from all over. Elias’s place is huge, too. Plenty of outdoor space for these gorgeous nights.”
Aiden and Leo exchange a look, and then Leo shrugs. “I’m down for a few hours, but we really should meet up early tomorrow and get back to work.”
“And we will,” Noah says. “Aiden?”
Aiden hesitates, and I can take a guess as to why. Going out to a random bar or restaurant, he may take a risk of running into a few fans. But other musicians in the industry? I wonder if that’s harder to face after being kicked out of his old band.
Finally, Aiden nods. “A few hours. And my place is available to crash at after.”
Noah beams. “Perfect. Mia?”
I shouldn’t. For the probable drinking, for the way it impacts my suppressants, and for professionalism’s sake. But then also because the rest of the band is going, I should, too.
It also means crashing at Aiden’s place again after. Then driving home and back in the morning to shower and change. It’s not that difficult for the others who live in the city.
My gut is conflicted, but my heart is clear. I need—and want— to spend more time with my band, these alphas, in any capacity. To deepen our professional relationships. And yeah, maybe other types, too. “A few hours.”
* * *
Within thirty minutes we’ve collected our instruments and piled into Noah’s car. He drives us to the wealthier part of the city. Maybe it’s the closeness of all three of these alphas or the wind whipping my hair as we drive with windows down between tall buildings and along busy streets, but everything feels so surreal and wild.
For the most part, the starstruck Mia that walked into Carnation Studio a few days ago is gone. Noah and Leo, even Aiden, just feel like real, normal people. But then moments like this happen and I have to pinch myself because not only am I in a car with these industry kings, I’m in a band with them now.
This is exactly what Wes wanted for us, I realize. Out with a crowd, building a fanbase as soon as possible. Not as ex-band members, a Juilliard reject, and a viral sensation. But as Exit Fate together.
Wes is a good manager. I’ve known this from the start.
A very large, very out-of-place state appears, with a towering three-floor manor at the center surrounded by a coveted patch of greenery in an otherwise concrete jungle.
Cars line the driveway which arcs in front of the entrance and then back down to the street. The gates are open at the moment to allow everyone inside.
It’s enough cars that I have to wonder if the city’s entire musical scene is here.
Noah parks and we grab our instruments from the back, including one of Noah’s extra guitars for Leo, who I’ve seen play rhythm guitar before in acoustic sets with Lost Time. He picks up that extra guitar case and nervously watches the manor.
“Let’s head up the path to the back,” Noah says. It winds past the front entrance where musicians have congregated and strum guitars and play violins. In the distance, I hear a few cellos recreating the Game of Thrones theme song.
“Thanks,” Leo replies, visibly relaxing.
Noah claps him on the shoulder. “Sure thing.”
Noah and Aiden walk on ahead of us. Maybe I shouldn’t pry, but curiosity is getting the better of me. And out of the three of them, Leo’s already gotten pretty personal anyway.
“Everything okay?” I ask Leo we all walk up the garden path. Early summer flowers in shades of yellows, blues, and purples flank us on either side.
Leo sheds a small smile—enough to show he’s still nervous. “Uh, yeah. I just have to be careful in crowds is all after an infusion a while back. Keeping away from sicknesses and all. We’re outside, should be fine. We can talk about it another time.”
The half-answer sits heavy. Leo doesn’t owe me anything, and I can tell he’s uncomfortable, but knowing there’s more to it makes me want to dig deeper.
I return his smile. “Okay. If you want to chat about it or need anything, though, let me know.”
“I will. Thank you, Mia.” And that’s it.
All there should be. Professionalism, right? But there’s room for friendship within professionalism, and I want it.
“Elias!” Noah shouts from up ahead. “Hey, man, what’s up?”
Leo and I catch up to Noah and Aiden just in time to watch a surprisingly familiar man shake Noah’s hands.
Elias Turner. I know Noah’s friend.
“Aiden, man, it’s been a while.” Elias shakes Aiden’s hand with his massive one. Then he turns to Leo. “Oh, wow. Got a fully star-studded group here tonight. Big fan, though we’ve not met before I don’t think.”
Leo shakes his hand, too. “Thanks. Happy to be here.”
Elias then sees me past the guys and his grin grows bright and wide. He stands taller than all four of us and is built like the perfect drummer. “Well, well, well. Is that Mia Moore?”
Noah whips around in surprise. “You know each other?”
I give Elias a wave. “Not personally, but he was one of my father’s favorite students.”
Elias gives me a short side hug that makes all three of my bandmates bristle. “I tried to convince her to apply to Juilliard on her father’s insistence, but it didn’t work. Decided to just go viral online instead, huh?”
I shrug and can’t stop smiling. Even when Noah’s eyes narrow a little. “It worked, didn’t it?”
Elias tosses up his hands in self-defense. “It did, it did. Now you’re rolling with these guys?”
“I am.” I flash smiles at my bandmates. “Noah said your parties are epic. I’m excited to see what that means.”
Elias turns and gestures to the estate at large. “Drinks on the house, find a place to jam or join one already going on. Have a great time.”
“Thanks, man,” Noah says, and then Elias whisks away to talk to other people. We’re all the way into the back patio space, a drink for Noah and Aiden in their hands, before Noah turns to me. “Your father is Alex Moore ?”
I smile sheepishly and run a hand through my hair. “Yeah, he is. But he retired from teaching at Juilliard a while ago.”
“Not that long ago,” Noah comments with a little bite in his tone. “Why didn’t you say anything the other day?”
The sharpness of his words makes me hesitate. “It… didn’t seem like relevant information? I mean, yeah, I guess there was a chance you would have known him from when you went to school there. But I don’t really talk to my parents all that much.” And I’d not heard anything about Noah or why he was kicked out, which I realize is what Noah might be worried about. “I don’t know what happened to you, if my father was involved with that at all.”
Noah nods silently and then fixates his gaze on a group of jazz musicians playing some really smooth slower numbers. “Right. No, I’m sorry, Mia.”
“It’s okay.” Is it? What the hell happened that had Noah kicked out from Juilliard?
Noah sips from the beer he grabbed from a tub on the way here.
Aiden cracks his. “Curious why you didn’t go to Juilliard though, since you had that connection?”
I shrug. “Not really a reason to go. I love music, but the hard training and expectations of that kind of school didn’t really appeal to me.”
Noah snorts. “You’re not kidding. It’s a lot.”
Aiden lifts his beer in my direction. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I think you both have too much talent for a place as strict as that. This is the best route for people like us. I’m excited for tomorrow.”
“You sure about that?” Leo asks with a chuckle. “You looked ready to punch Wes.”
Aiden makes a show of drinking for a long time from his beer. “I thought about it. We’ve been a band for less than a week, and I was and was not part of another band within that same span of time. Fuck.” He drinks again.
Noah stands and opens his arms wide. “Listen, no more of this downer talk. We’ll smash tomorrow’s gig, then we’ll get to work on original music and whatever the fuck else that wizard Wes has in store for us. But tonight, we’re just partying and playing music.”
I stand as well. Given the music-focused nature of the party, I actually feel a lot more confident being here. Not everyone’s drinking, and no one who is appears in a bad way. “Yes, let’s go.”
Noah offers his arm and I take it, both of us with our instruments in tow. Leo and Aiden hang behind and keep chatting.
“Boring at best, it seems,” Noah comments as we search for a jam to join.
I giggle. “I’m sure Aiden will open up more soon.”
Noah smirks my way. “I know you already had Leo opening up. Or was it more the other way around?” He playfully taps his chin.
My cheeks flush with warmth. “I was not really, um, functioning that night and?—”
Noah laughs and takes my hand. His long, strong fingers press between mine and take my breath away. I look up at his warm smile and light brown eyes. His pine and cedar scent envelop me. I’m aware that we’re fully surrounded by other party-goers, but for this split second of extended eye contact, it feels like we’re the only people in the entire world.
“I’m just joking, Mia,” Noah finally says. “We all wanted to help you, to be honest. But we weren’t sure…” He breaks eye contact for a moment. “Obviously it’s nothing any of us can control, and we’d just met. But…”
“Scent matches are rare,” I say. Maybe we all should have actually talked this out that next morning instead of me retreating and hiding away for several days. “I just don’t want to let anyone in the band down, you know? I’m aware of the age difference, the experience difference, of what’s at stake, not just for us, but Wes, too.”
I know I’ve said this before. I’ve been thinking it in thought spirals since that morning. And I know that repeating it over and over again, like pacing thought-paths through drying cement to leave permanent marks, won’t make it less of an issue. Still, I word vomit anyway.
Noah reaches up and brushes a stray strand of hair out of my face, then holds my cheek. “You won’t. You’re already amazing, Mia. And if next heat cycle you need us, we’re here.”
The party continues around us. Another jazz group has picked up nearby. Maybe this is the worst place to have this discussion, but we’re having it, apparently.
I shake my head a little. “Mixing pack and band is bound to not end well.”
Noah’s thumb brushes my cheek so casually, so idly, I wonder if he even knows he’s doing it. “Might be worth the risk, though. If taken slowly.”
My heart flutters. I’d been entirely feverish and delirious with my heat when Leo kissed me and more. I was not thinking straight at all. And then I thought way too logical about it all.
Everything both makes sense and doesn’t at all with these alphas. These bandmates. I want to risk it all for the music, but at what cost?
“Slowly,” I echo. “I suppose that’s possible.” The words are logical, but my tone is far more pliable and flirty than it should be for someone who wants to focus on the professionalism.
Noah lets go of my face and nods toward the jazz room. “Let’s dance?”
“Please.”
He leads me to where a group is playing smooth jazz while others dance, too. It’s slow, and Noah immediately pulls me close to him. I feel like I’m dancing with him alone in the middle of the woods, not a crowded room full of other people.
Noah places a hand on my lower back and presses me to him. I inhale his woody scent and try to memorize the parts of his body touching mine. His chest against mine, his head against my forehead. He’s much taller than me, older, and beneath the casual black jeans and dark blue button-down he’s wearing, I can feel how muscular his is.
I can feel how safe this beautiful musician and alpha makes me feel.
Noah spins me around. I chuckle as my back presses against his chest. We dance like this, our guitars set aside nearby, for a few songs. By then I feel a hardness against me where our hips meet. Even through his dark jeans, his arousal is obvious. Noah inclines his head, lowers it to my ear where he sniffs my scent. His nose brushes the sensitive skin of my neck. I relax my head against his shoulder as arousal—genuine, non-heat induced arousal—shoots through me.
My pulse pounds thickly in my ears. Can Noah hear it? Is he aware that every brush of his fingers on my hips, every press of his hips to mine, sends my body into a spiral of warmth and anticipation and need?
As the night pours on, someone in the house dims the lights for mood purposes. It’s then that Noah tightens his grip on my hip with one hand. His other slips behind me to cup my ass.
“You are beautiful, Mia,” he whispers against my ear, just loud enough over the music to be heard. He grinds himself against my ass again.
I release a heavy breath, my lips parted. Fuck. This was not taking it slow, but his scent has grown even stronger since we started dancing. I’m not in heat, I’m not in heat, I’m not in heat. I’m not even drinking.
This is real. This is uninhibited lust.
“Mia,” Noah says as he kisses my neck. “I can’t stop thinking of your scent. Of everything .”
My cheeks flush again. So they did hear me at Aiden’s. Of course they fucking heard me—I’m not exactly quiet when I cum, even though I’ve never actually slept with anyone. But when you add all of that to an alpha’s instincts, I’m actually surprised Aiden and Noah didn’t join.
But I know why they didn’t. Respect. Caution.
The same caution Noah is flirting with leaving behind right now.
“We’re matches,” I say. An admission. There’s really no denying it.
“Should we reject the match?” Noah replies. But that’s not his only question. The one he’s not asking is, Can we fall into this? Can we just drive right in?
I swallow hard. The chemistry between us all, the way my inner omega screams for everything these alphas are. Even though I’m not in heat, these alphas pull my attention to their very presence like magnets. “Maybe we forget about Exit Fate tonight. Like you said. Party tonight.”
“And?” Noah’s tone is expectant.
I turn and look up at him. “We fall into this match. We surrender to it.”
Noah’s light brown gaze drops to my lips. It’s like the world slides into slow motion as he closes the distance and kisses me. Everything falls away in that instant. No worry about what this might risk for Exit Fate. No fear for tomorrow. No responsibility to do my best for this thing we’re all making.
The entire world falls into this one point: Noah’s lips on mine. His hands on my hips, pulling me toward him and his erection. His hand slides up into my hair as his tongue asks for entrance against my lips. I grant it, and we fall into a much deeper kiss that lasts for long enough that we’re both gasping for air when we finally part.
Noah glances around, spots something, and then pulls me out of the room we’re in and into a dark hallway with only one door at the end. It must lead to the basement or a closet. Noah walks me back until we’re fully enveloped in shadows, my back against the door, and he’s kissing me again. My lips, down my neck to my collar bones. I moan as he explores, then louder as one hand slips up under my shirt.
Nerves kick in but I swallow them down and turn them into excitement. I am a virgin, but we’re nowhere near that yet. Although I do tuck this away as a reminder to tell the pack— band . To tell the band . In case these encounters start happening more frequently.
Noah’s palm trails a blazing path up my abdomen and beneath my bra, where his fingers pluck at my hard nipple like a guitar string.
I gasp into his mouth. His lips stifle the moan, and then another as he places his knee between my legs. It’s a shadow of the friction my core craves, but it’s enough to make my own knees weak.
Noah pulls back a little, slightly breathless. “I could kiss you all night long, angel. You are beautiful.”
My face feels like it’s completely on fire. My breaths are gasps at best as my heart pounds hard in my chest. I reach up to hold his face. He turns his face into my palm and kisses it. “I can’t believe any of this is real.”
Noah smirks. “Oh, it’s real, angel. I’d say we’re all very taken with you.”
My core clenches at the thought. At all the thoughts I had alone in my apartment for those three long heat-filled days. We’ve all already done so many things in my head. All those fantasies that Noah’s now promising might make it out of my head.
“This doesn’t have to go further than you want,” Noah says. “I want to devour you, angel. But I can wait.”
The hard bulge in his pants begs to differ, but I believe him.
But I don’t want to. Slick is building now between my thighs. I feel so warm, so ready and needy, and I’m not even in heat. Unless… unless I am again already?
“I’m burning up, Noah,” I whisper, not knowing how else to explain it. I just want him. I want this moment to last forever. “I want you.” I glance over his shoulder down the hall where the party is still raging on. “But maybe not fully here.”
Noah smirks again, a roguish charm that makes him undeniably handsome. “No need for that. Not now. But let’s take care of you anyway.”
I question what he’s intending, but don’t get to ask as his free hand leaves my hip to undo my jeans. Within seconds, he’s got them open, tugged down my hips a little, and his fingers slip between my soaked folds. My head tips back, but Noah is tall enough to kiss me anyway, swallowing the ragged moan that escapes me.
He plays with my nipple as his other hand explores my core. His thumb brushes my clit and his middle and ring fingers slip inside me. Thank god for his knee between my legs helping hold me up, because I feel ready to topple over. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close as he kisses me deeply. Every touch of his fingers, his lips, his hips, lights me on fire, leaving me to wildly burn up in his grasp.
I’m so aware of the party around us. But I so don’t care as my body coils tight, the pleasurable tension building until I’m shaking and bucking in Noah’s hold as I cum hard. I moan into his mouth. When I come down from the high, he pulls back, and I gasp for breath with his hands still between my legs.
“Fucking hell,” I breathe.
Noah’s satisfied smirk has me biting my lip. “I love the way you cum on my fingers, angel.” He moves them again. “Cum again for me.”
My head falls back against the door again as he plays me like an instrument. His own hips buck against his hand now.
“I would’ve made you cum all night long earlier this week,” he says in my ear. “I will next time. Your moans, the way you fall apart when you cum, is exquisite.”
My body coils again. I spy a bit of bare skin between his hairline and the collar of his shirt, and lightly press my teeth against it as I cum again. I moan against his skin, inhale his woody scent.
Noah pulls his hands from between my legs and under my shirt after I come down from the high, but he’s still lightly pressing his hips against me. His hard length strains against his pants.
I reach between us and run my palm against the bulge.
His hand comes over mine. “It’s okay, Mia.”
“I want to.”
“Mia.” He lifts my chin up with a finger so our gazes meet. “You owe me nothing.”
My brow furrows. I press my hand harder against his length. “I know. I want to.”
Noah swallows hard. His hips buck against my hand whether he intends them to or not.
“Do you not want me to?” I ask. If that’s the case, then I’ll back right off.
Noah growls deep in his throat. “God, no, Mia. I want your fingers around my cock so badly.” He kisses my neck again. “Your lips. Your walls…”
I raise his chin this time. “Then close your eyes and enjoy.”
I unbutton his jeans and reach for his cock. It’s so much larger than I expected—not that I have any genuine expectations—and warm in my hands. The second my fingers brush his velvety hard length, Noah growls again. His jaw is locked hard, and his eyes are not in fact closed. They’re lust-filled, and staring at me.
I hold the eye contact as I begin to stroke his full length and run my thumb against his head that’s already slick with pre-cum. I’m not entirely sure where to go from here, but Noah appears to greatly enjoy keeping his face and lips inches from mine, holding eye contact, as I jerk him off. So I settle in against the wall and keep stroking him, lightly increasing speed and firmness.
Noah captures my lips with his and plunges his tongue into my mouth. I moan against him and lift his hand back to my breast. He kneads both under my shirt and bra until I feel his cock pulse in my hand.
He stops kissing me but holds his face close as his lips part, his body goes rigid, and he cums in my hand with a sound of pleasure I will surely never forget. He moves his hands to either side of my head on the door and gently thrusts into my hand as his orgasms finishes.
“Fuck, angel,” he whispers to me. “God, that was amazing.”
That was everything. And that he enjoyed it too—my confidence soars. “You’re amazing, Noah.”
Noah shakes his head and kisses the top of mine. “If that’s what your hands can do, I can only imagine…” He doesn’t finish the sentence, but it’s clear what he means. Noah kisses me again before saying. “We should clean up and get back to the band.”
“Yes, the pack— band .” Oh, fuck me. I almost said pack. I mean, I did say it quickly. Did he notice? “They’re probably wondering where we are.”
Amusement flits across Noah’s gaze for a moment. “Yes, the band . Pretty sure they’ll be able to tell when we return.” He pulls a handkerchief from his back pocket and lets me wipe my hands on it. “Might as well start calling you Candy.”
My brow furrows. “Hmm?”
“Your scent,” Noah says. “You smell like honey and strawberry candy, and right now, that scent is everywhere here.”
A vibrant and warm flush works its way up my cheeks. “Oh, wonderful.”
Noah pulls me in close. “Don’t worry, Mia. You’re safe with us, with this—band or pack or whatever… We got you.”
We got you.
They certainly handled my first heat with them well. And tomorrow, we’ll handle our first gig well, too.
As we weave our way through the party back to Aiden and Leo, I actually start to feel like maybe this is possible. Mixing band and pack. Not that we are a pack yet, or the guys are. But…
It just feels so right. Which is why I’m so hyper-aware of everything that can go wrong.