Page 88 of From Drummer to Gamer

My intrigue got hold of me, and I ventured along her footsteps, but a staffer stopped me before I could enter.

“Sir, you can’t go through here. This is only for the gamers,” he said, with a reserved smile on his face. “The entry for the spectators is through the east wing.” He gestured behind me.

“Is it?” I mumbled, nodding thanks as I stepped back.

I was so engrossed in watching Sierra that I didn’t realize the people milling about here were all in groups wearing similar lanyards.

Were they the gamers?

But what was Sierra doing with them?

The questions in my head only grew, and my feet took me right to my section. Thankfully, the VIP section was close by, so I was able to slip into my seat within seconds.

I was right on time as the gamers of the Magic Maidens took the stage, which had three huge screens mounted as the backdrop, the one in the middle displaying the team logos. Five pairs of seats with top-notch gaming systems sat right opposite each other, one end with golden neon lights and other with purple neon lights matching both the team colors.

The host introduced them one by one as they took the stage, but I paid no attention, my eyes roaming the crowd for Sierra.

Where the hell was she?

“Now, for the team to look out for, the Voltron Voids, ladies and gentlemen,” the host announced, and the crowds roared in cheers. “We have Tin, the team’s second laner.”

A boy in his early twenties with mousy brown hair hopped on the stage, smiling as he nodded to the crowd.

“Freddy, the marksmen, Ken on the mid-lane, and Kiki as the support,” the host continued.

My eyes were still searching for Sierra, but I couldn’t find her anywhere in these low lights.

“Now, a fan favorite, Daisy Luna, aka the Dagger Princess, Voltron’s Void top laner and the youngest leader in the tournament.”

I stilled as the air thundered with loud cheers and the atmosphere charged with excitement.

Fuck, it was Luna.

I had no clue she played on this team.

My eyes couldn’t help but drag over to the stage, and a sharp inhale left my lips when Sierra walked calmly up the stage with a composed smile playing on her lips.

Why was Sierra walking in place of Luna?

Her face flashed on the screen, with Daisy Luna plastered underneath the picture and her game stats rolling on the side.

And right at that second, everything clicked as the pieces fell into place.

No wonder my two worlds collided as one.

No wonder the two women wrecking my heart and mind were one and the same.

And I was the trapped door right in the middle, and Luna was the storm pulling me outside, and Sierra, my gentle abode, tugging me in.

I can’t believe that little firecracker tricked me.

Sierra, or should I say Luna, ambled to her seat on the far right in the gold corner by her team.

The host’s speech passed my mind in a blur as I fixated my complete attention on the screen that focused on Sierra.

The game kicked off, and I couldn’t stop watching her, her fingers flying across the keyboard at lightning speed, her features relaxed, yet a steel of resolve clouded her eyes as she spoke soft commands to her team, who followed with steadfast commitment.

Moves that I was a little too familiar with.

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