Page 75 of Wylder and the Secret Rockstar
Logan’s playing began to slow. She cast a panicked look at Diego who was scrambling at the front of the stage with his computer.
“Keep playing.” Wylder whisper-shouted over the music, but Logan was like a deer caught in headlights when a spotlight flooded the stage to take the place of their holograms that weren’t working.
This was a disaster. Wylder launched into her drum solo a few beats too early, too distracted to fully appreciate her first moment on stage with just her and her drums in what felt like ages. It all came back to her, like muscle memory.
She could see what Becks always said about finding the music inside you. It was there all the time, just waiting for her to come back to her roots.
Logan’s eyes filled with terror as they found hers.
She nodded, giving him a reassuring smile as they launched into the second verse. He faltered for a moment, but he kept going, his smooth, rich voice melding with hers. With her drum solo over, she stood and danced as she leaned into the mic, letting the emotion and wildness of the song pull her in.
This was home. In this moment Wylder felt more like herself than she had in all the years since Becks and Nari left for Nashville. For so long she’d thought they’d left her behind, but she didn’t need them to make music of her own. She’d had it in her the whole time.
Taking her mic from its stand, she kept her eyes locked on Logan, dancing over to his side as they launched into the chorus—her favorite part of the song.
His voice was strong and clear again, his eyes laser-focused on hers. There was an earnestness to his gaze, another subtle difference between him and Luke—a lack of confidence. Most people couldn’t tell them apart, but the more she got to know Logan, the more obvious the differences were. The biggest difference was in their personalities. Despite their rocky start, Logan Cook was the most genuinely kind person she’d met in a long time. But there was no way she’d ever tell him that.
As he kept his eyes locked on hers, she saw the moment his nerves receded, the moment it became just the two of them.
Wylder took a step forward as the music shifted into the final moments of their song. Dropping her mic, she sang into Logan’s, their lips only inches apart. Looking up into his warm brown eyes, everything else faded away.
The roar of the crowd brought her back to reality, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from Logan. She smiled at the thunderous applause, her breath mingling with Logan’s.
“We did it,” he whispered.
“We did it!” She reached for his hand, turning to give a final bow. Becks and Nicky were cheering the loudest. She’d never hear the end of it from her brother, but it was really good to be back.
Epilogue
Nari:It was so good to see you back on stage again last night. You rocked it!
Wylder:Thanks! I’m just bummed the light show didn’t work out as planned.
Becks:I’m so proud of you, sis. You were amazing! The Cook kid was pretty good too.
Nari:Whatever, you and that Logan guy were off the charts hot! No one even noticed the holograms crashed. We were all glued to you two.
Becks:No. No. There was no hotness happening.
Nicky:Don’t listen to him, your brother is ridiculous. You two were steaming up that stage with some next-level chemistry.
Becks:EW! My ears. She’s not allowed to have chemistry until she’s forty.
Wylder:Becks, take it down a notch. But thanks for all the support. You guys are the best. Becks is okay too.
Wylder grinned down at her phone, still riding the high from being on stage again. It wasn’t something she was eager to do again anytime soon, but it was nice to know she still had it in her. Music was a part of her. A part that was missing for a long time.
Killian:Did you see this?
He sent her a link to a YouTube video. A video of her and Logan from last night.
“No!” She sat down on the edge of her bed as she clicked on the link. “Not again.” She watched it through twice. Whoever had recorded her on stage with Logan had captured the whole thing. From the moment they took the stage behind the veil of lights, to the moment those lights failed and they were nothing more than two singers on stage with their instruments. Nothing fancy. Yet the performance was nothing short of spectacular. She was proud of it. Or would be if it could have stayed what it was. A simple project for her school. Cameras weren’t allowed at student events. Every student at Defiance Academy had to sign an NDA and agree not to ever post a single picture or video of their classmates on social media. It was the one thing she liked about her school. The guarantee of her privacy. But someone violated that privacy last night, and now there was a video of her and Logan on stage singing. A video that had more than eighty-thousand views already.
Her bedroom door burst open, and a frantic Logan barged in.
“Did you see it?”
Wylder nodded. “Just now.” She glanced back down at her phone. It had gone up another five thousand views in the last couple of minutes. At this rate, it would be in the millions in just a few hours.
