Free Battle of the Bands by J.M. Snyder

Battle of the Bands
    By J.M. Snyder
     
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    Copyright 2010 J.M. Snyder
    ISBN 978-1-45240-271-0
     
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    NOTE: “Battle of the Bands” originally
appeared online at Ruthie’s Club and also appears in the anthology Love Notes , published by Ravenous Romance.
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    Battle of the Bands
    By J.M. Snyder

     
    Backstage at Catch-22’s third annual Battle of the Bands , members of the local rock group Tainted
Black waited for their turn on stage. Lead singer Benjamin Cooper
leaned back against the stage door, arms crossed and head down so
the curtain of brown curls that hung to his chin hid his face. His
drummer, Scott McKree, stood nearby, beating his drumsticks in a
rapid rattat rhythm on Benjamin’s left arm. The sticks made a light
popping sound on Benjamin’s leather jacket and struck so fast that
he didn’t feel them. Their bassist, Mark Johnson, had wandered off
in search of a joint or a soda machine, whichever he could find
first.
    Under the cover of his hair, Benjamin watched
someone in the shadowed wings of the stage. He knew the guy, knew
him well—Ty Haiden fronted a rival band called Hazard. He wasn’t
hard to miss, with long black hair that fell straight down past his
shoulders and dark eyes that seemed in this dim light to be all
iris, wide and dilated. He had a bit of a goatee, dark hair kept
short on his chin that rimmed his mouth and edged his cheeks. It
gave him a devilish appearance.
    As if he felt the steady weight of Benjamin’s
gaze burning into him, Ty glanced over his shoulder. When their
eyes locked, an arc of energy shot between them, closing the
distance and canceling out everyone else, a shock that jolted
Benjamin’s already racing heart and sent it plummeting to throb
somewhere below his belt. Ty gave him a slight nod, just a tilt of
the chin really, very professional. Nothing overt, nothing personal . Benjamin’s return smirk was hidden by his
hair.
    Suddenly Mark stepped in front of him,
blocking his view. “So how about it?” he asked.
    Benjamin forced his thoughts away from Ty
Haiden. “How about what?” he wanted to know. When had he returned?
“Are you talking to me?”
    Mark sighed dramatically and turned to Scott
instead. “What do you think about a different cover? Maybe a
little Free Bird , eh Skree? We can do that, right? The
change ups are wicked—”
    “We ain’t changing the song now,” Benjamin
muttered. According to the competition schedule, Tainted Black
played next, followed by Hazard. There was no time to practice a
different song…was he serious?
    Mark didn’t let it