The door slammed closed, but the sound didn't even penetrate my chaotic thoughts. Breathing heavily, I moved to a corner and placed my hands on the wall, my head hung low. Concerts usually gave me an incomparable high. Not tonight, though. All I could feel was burning rage.
"Excellent performance! The PR team is already receiving a downpour of messages. Plenty of praises and compliments. The tour..."
Jacques' voice droned in the background, but she was nothing but a static noise. I thought I heard Creed responding to her, but I couldn't be sure. I was still trying to compose myself.
"...are waiting. Keelan?"
Was that Jacques' again?
Another string of words, then silence. All I could feel was the cooling sweat on my skin as my heart thumped rapidly. My body was so tensed that a single
