Page 219 of Composed
I wink at Cole, curl my hand around the stair railing, and take the first step towards my future. “Always and forever, Rock Star.”
Chapter seventy
Cole • Now
Welcome To The Black Parade – My Chemical Romance
Ifreezeinthedoorframe of the greenroom.
“What the fuck are you three wearing?”
Saint brushes his thumbs down the lapels of his black-and-white pinstriped suit jacket. He looks like Jack Skellington with his hair slicked back and black eyeliner framing his lashes. I tilt my head. Not sure I’ve ever seen the man wear a suit, and we’ve been friends for nearly thirty years.
Axel’s rocking sequined silver pants, a white vest, and an unbuttoned black shirt.
And Carter…
I blink.
Once.
Twice.
The Elvis costume he’s donning doesn’t disappear.
I scrub a hand over my eyes. “What the fuck?!”
“When in Vegas.” Carter’s face is as impassive as ever. “I think you’re underdressed, actually.”
I glance down at my own attire. Black T-shirt, black jeans, chain hanging from the waistband. A frown tugs my lips. This is my go-to show get-up.
“I think I’m good, dude. You can keep your…” I wave a hand up and down the goddamn awful outfit, my brow furrowing. “Costume.”
“Whatever.” He shrugs, tapping his sticks against his white flared pants.
I blink again.
My gaze darts over my friends, my stomach clenching as laughter bursts from me.
“You look like a bunch of right twats.” I slap my hands on my thighs as I hunch over. “You’re not seriously going out there like that, right?”
They just stare back at me blankly.
Tears spring to my eyes. “Fucking hell. Your funerals when the press get their hands on the pictures.”
“I look dapper.” Saint preens, folding his arms over his chest. “Teddy is gonna fall to her knees when she sees me, fuck you very much.”
I wheeze. “Uh-uh. Sure.”
The door bangs open.
I press a hand to my stomach, trying to steady my breathing as Tommy pokes his head around the frame. “They’re ready for you.”
Laughter spills from me as the guys saunter out of the greenroom without a care in the world.
I tug the black beaded bracelet from my pocket and slip it on my wrist. Then I rake a hand through my hair, mussing it up.
My steps are light, my mood fucking joyous as I follow my strangely dressed crew out.
