Epilogue
Three months later, glimmering winter edging into pale newborn spring, Kris Starr stood on stage at the Gardens with Brendan Alvarez and Incantation, and played a note on his guitar, electric and teasing. The crowd roared.
They’d had an amazing tour, show after show, packed arenas and fans screaming for more encores. Kris had technically been opening, with some of Justin’s punk-scene friends having volunteered—stampeded to volunteer, more accurately, with an eagerness about which he’d been baffled—to step in as touring support at his back, drums and bass and second guitar and backup vocals. They were excellent. He was learning things about energy and new rhythms.
He’d expected most fans would come to see Bren and the rest of the young attractive pop-punk kids. This was in part
