Zoe's POV
"Are you ready to rock?!"
The voice tore through the night like lightning. It bounced off the walls, echoed over the pool, and sent a ripple through the entire party.
My heart jumped instantly.
I knew that voice.
"Brandon…" I breathed, my eyes snapping toward the door.
"He's on stage."
"Wow—they've got a really cool sound," Garrett's voice chimed in right after mine, our words colliding in mid-air.
I smiled immediately, my excitement spilling over. "I know, right?"
A thrill shot through me. "Come on—we have to go watch them!" I didn't even wait for permission before grabbing his hand and pulling him along.
"Okay, okay!" Garrett laughed, raising his free hand in surrender as he stumbled slightly behind me. "You don't have to drag me. I want to watch them too."
We pushed through the crowd just as the mic crackled softly.
"One… two… one… two…"
Then—
The drums hit.
Sharp.
Clean.
Alive.
