Free Prophecy of the Most Beautiful by Diantha Jones Page B

the arena rose to a deafening level. Uneven platforms were spread out across the stage, five of them, and each was shrouded in darkness. Chloe heard a guitar strike a chord, and in a staggered succession each of the platforms lit up with a spotlight. On each platform were the other members of the band. Five women who went by one name, "The Daughters of Inspiration" under the band's name, A Divinity's Stimuli. The magazines said they declared to have no need for individual titles, but Chloe didn't know how true that really was. She was sure their mothers had given them names. Maybe they were just hideous ones like Mabel or Edith, and in those cases, anonymity was understood.
    The Daughters all looked out over the chanting crowd, basking in the reception they were receiving from them. There was the lead guitarist, a pretty woman with auburn hair, on a low platform in the front plucking at the strings of her guitar and adjusting them. The drummer, a fierce looking woman with a blue mohawk, sat on her high platform, adjusting the cymbals and testing out the snare and tom. The Daughter with a blonde bob on the keyboards kept smiling and waving at the crowd from a platform to the right of the stage and the bass player was turning knobs on her amplifier to the left, while the disc jockey kept nodding as if she were listening to some really hot song in her headphones. They were being superior and nonchalant about things, pretending not to notice them, and it was driving the crowd into insanity. Chloe had no doubt that that was the exact effect they were going for.
    All of a sudden the entire arena went so black, Chloe thought there had been a power outage. Then, the most amazing guitar rift she had ever heard ripped through the speakers, and BOOM .
    There he was.
    Lights and smoke surrounded the band as their music began to pour over the crowd, and L.A ., the lead singer, stepped out of the fog and into view. The crowd went crazy .
    L.A.'s fingers danced along the strings of his guitar, an instrument that Chloe had always felt was sort of magical. It had power in it that few were able to resist. The music coming from it was bewitching and the crowd had already fallen under its spell. They were his from the very first note.
    Chloe was glued to her seat. She gawked at him in awe, unable to believe that she was really there in front of him. She was at an A Divinity's Stimuli concert with L.A. rocking out less than ten feet away from her. Smurfey was going to be pissed when she heard about this.
    L.A. was way more gorgeous than the poster on her bedroom wall, for sure. His coal black hair fell into long, attractive dreadlocks, tied back with a strip of leather. He was shirtless, revealing a powerful, ripped torso that was covered in tattoos all the way up to his chin. He had the smoothest skin, close to perfection lips and the fiercest blue eyes plus brow piercing she had ever seen. This was L.A. , the hottest rockstar alive.
    Ace was wrong. She had died and gone right to heaven.
    "Get up, Chloe!" Ace shouted, pulling at her arm. He was already on his feet. "He wants to see you!"
    What ? L.A. wanted to see her ?
    She let Ace pull her to her feet, but she leaned on him for support, her knees too shaky to trust. It was weird, as soon as she stood, L.A.'s crystal blue eyes landed right on her. He stared at her for a long moment, looked her up then down, and smiled like she was something nice to look at.
    "He likes you," Ace shouted with a smile of his own. Chloe couldn't respond. Talking would have required too much effort and with the way L.A. had just smiled at her, her brain had become too mushy to handle such a task.
    L.A. just continued to play and stare, making her more nervous by the second. Then, to her utter astonishment, he winked at her––at her , Chloe Clever –– right before he begin to sing.
    For the next hour, she stood like a statue, watching as L.A. commanded the stage and the attention of every person in the arena as