BONUS EPILOGUE TO DRIVING BEATS - COOP
I hit the gig’s final note on my guitar, letting it reverberate throughout the open amphitheater. Before me, thousands of fans have their hands raised high as they jump and scream. Turning around, I watch as Río, behind the drum kit, catches his drumstick and nods at me. Spinning back around, I smile at 007 and Tris. For his part, Bennett stretches his arms wide toward the audience, which is our cue to put our instruments down and join him center stage.
My guitar goes into its stand and Kieron rushes from the background. “Good job tonight.”