Chapter 1: Opening Image
The line to the bathroom stretched halfway across the floor. Fans griped and complained about the wait, but no one dared get out of line. Lights flashed wildly, their colors dancing in sync with the pulsating techno beats that pounded their own rhythm in your chest. The scent of sweat, a touch of alcohol, and a healthy dose of excitement permeated the air. But I wasn't there for the atmosphere--I was there for Noah Finnce.
As always, I came prepared and armed with my trusty book.