As I pulled into the parking lot of the warehouse where Craig had instructed me to go, I already missed Logan, but I quickly pushed the thought aside, determined to make a good first impression on my band. What would they be like? Would they be as good as Logan's band? I took one step at a time, and then paused for a moment with my hand on the door when warm-up rifts rushed to my ears.

"The hell with it," I said as I screwed up my courage and pulled the door open ...