Part of Liam hoped they’d run into Adam and Brody somewhere between the dressing room and the exit. He’d grin at his friends, have a quick laugh because he was with the band, then tell Cooper he’d had fun, he’d see him around, later.
Only Liam didn’t see his friends, and at the exit door Cooper took a firm grip on his elbow and half-walked, half-dragged him to a battered, rust-colored van with the band’s name spray-painted on the side. “Listen,” Liam tried, yanking his arm in an effort to get away. “I really should find my friends…”
“We’re your friends now,” Cooper said with a laugh. “Come on, man. You gotta unwind sometime. Chill with us for a few.”
Us who? Liam wondered, but that question was answered as the back door of the van opened to reveal a gutted interior cramped with music e
