Edge of Never (The Edge Book 1)

by J.A. Redmerski

Dozens of heads turn all at the same time and the wave of conversations ceases like turning off a faucet. While Andrew plays the first riff and he’s gearing up to sing the first verse, I’m so terrified inside that I feel like I can’t move anything but my eyes. But the more he plays the more my body can’t help but move in time with the music. Just about everyone in the place are already swaying and bobbing their heads to the sound. Andrew starts to sing the first verse. And then briefly together again: “Ooooh…” Then comes the chorus and we both sing the words and I know I’m going to have to hit a high note in— I did it! Andrew smiles deeply at me as he merges right into the next verse, always strumming the guitar without missing a chord as if he’s known how to play this song forever. The audience is really getting into it. They’re nodding to one another, the kind of nod that says: They’re really good, and I feel my face just light up as I start to sing my part with Andrew again and with gradual confidence. I’m moving my body more naturally to the music now and I think I’ve almost completely shed the fear, but my solo… oh my God, my solo is next…