“Fucking hell,” I curse out, pinching my chin. A fanfare made of five people dressed in flashy clothes is standing in front of a giant dick at least two times taller than the members. What it’s made from or what they are doing here is a mystery to me. One of them, a man, looks down at a folded paper before his eyes move on me. “Are you Kai Graves?" I open my mouth, but before I can say something, Kiaran intervenes. “Yes, he is. Go ahead.” What the fuck is this? And just like that, thanks to my pain in the ass of a brother, they start singing. It’s the whole package—voice, guitar, and clarinet.
