Once they were good and cranked up, the band was more than primed to roar through a thunderous and glorious third set. The cocaine took Jesse to new levels of emotional euphoria and lightning-quick creativity. He had not yet learned that the rosy glow of early cocaine use would eventually turn into paranoid impotence and soul-sucking addiction.
Pete and Darlene were more than enough of an audience. Jesse was having big fun being high and playing with the band. Everything sounded tight and massive. Jesse felt like they were rocking the planet itself. The sun set through the trees and turned the rehearsal space golden as the angular rays flooded through the windows. The music sounded as brilliant as the light appeared.
Jesse had forgotten, for the moment, the ominous comment Tim had heard
