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CHAPTER 1
The day had finally come.
It was the day Elain had been waiting for for almost nine months: the day of the concert of her favorite band, The Bat Boys. She had been a fan for years, actually, she had been a fan since their debut, since she had seen the photo of that intriguing member that seemed to always be on the shadows. Azriel. She had never been a rock fan, but the moment she heard his voice, it became her favourite genre and group. Months after discovering them, Elain had shown the group to her sisters, and they had loved it, though Feyre had shown it more than Nesta, but she knew she did.
Feyre and Nesta, had been waiting as much as her, but that didn’t make time go any faster. However, the moment had eventually arrived.
They were riding in Feyre’s car, the Bat Boys' music blasting while she and Elain screamed the lyrics. Nesta was pretending to be embarrassed by her sisters, but deep down, she was enjoying it even more than they were, murmuring the words so they wouldn’t hear her. But they did.
“Nesta, aren’t you excited?” Elain exclaimed when the last song of the album started to fade. She had been giggling non-stop since she woke up that morning, unable to hide her excitement even at work. She had overheard some of her coworkers calling her childish, but fuck them, she didn’t care in the least.
“Not as much as you are, apparently,” Nesta answered, looking through the window to hide her smile.
“Oh, come on,” Feyre said in a teasing tone. “You’re dying to see Cassian playing the drums live, just as much as she” she pointed toward Elain ", is to see Azriel playing the bass.”
Elain blushed. Feyre was right; she was a fan of the group in general, but neither Rhysand nor Cassian made her feel the way Azriel did. She was completely and utterly attracted to the Shadowsinger. It was true that he didn’t sing as much as Rhysand or Cassian, but every time his voice appeared, even for five seconds, Elain’s stomach twisted and turned. That voice of his was low, yet sweet as honey.
“Shut up, Feyre,” Nesta replied. “You have been talking all week about Rhysand’s guitar riffs.”
“Because they are the best riffs in the industry,” Feyre said proudly.
“Sure, only because of that,” Nesta teased. “It has nothing to do with how handsome you say he is.”
Feyre rolled her eyes, but a flush covered her cheeks. “Of course it’s because of his riffs.” Nesta nodded with an “I don’t believe you” look in her eyes.
Suddenly, Elain let out a scream. The venue appeared before their eyes, and the band’s truck was parked in front of it. It was royal blue with traces of black, featuring the group's logo, a sword with bat wings, on the side. The windows were tinted so they couldn’t see a thing inside, but the three of them still fell silent, staring at the vehicle as if it were heaven itself.
“The band’s truck!” Elain screamed again. “Do you think Azriel is inside?” she heard herself say without a second thought.
“They’re probably inside the venue already,” Feyre replied, still looking at the bus.
“In fact,” Nesta continued, “he's singing.”
Elain leaned out of the car window and Azriel’s voice filled her ears; her stomach and heart did several backflips. That was why she didn’t listen to his solo album very often (all three of them had one), she couldn't concentrate on the music, all she could do was try to settle her nerves. But when she heard him, she was transported to a fantasy world where she swore she could meet him, where she could feel those beautiful scarred hands on her, those hands that played the bass with surgical precision. She dreamed of him touching her the way he touched his instrument.
Elain sighed, enamored.
Feyre drove into the parking lot and parked the car.
One hour. Just one hour and she would be meters away from her Shadowsinger.