Cope's kick drum is the only other sound in the room, the audience going silent and still for the start of this song—my song. I mean, I've got a few interspersed into Beauty in Lies' collective catalogue, but this one … I've been waiting a long time to feel like I might actually believe in the lyrics. Boom, boom, boom, boom. Copeland carries me through my complicated solo with a steady beat, my heart slowing to match the rhythm of his foot against the pedal. And that feeling, the feeling that he's there for me, that he's got my back, it's more than just a musical relationship. Cope was my
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