Chapter 22

Emily and Giovanni arrived at the concert venue, the pulsing beat of the bass drums so loud it could be heard miles away.

As they approached the long line wrapping around the block, Giovanni shuddered, contemplating his every decision for the millionth time that night. He looked ridiculous and was in the most ridiculous place ever. Emily took the lead, shouldering their way in after showing the security guards their tickets and gaining access in.

The whole atmosphere had a gothic aura to it, the venue. cavernous space with walls adorned with graffiti that seemed to hide secrets of rebellion and anguish. The scent of leather and incense lingered in the air, blending with the faint aroma of anticipation.

“You like events like this?” Giovanni had to ask, as he looked around him again, the dim lightening that cast elongated shadows accross the room adding an extra whiff of mystique to the atmosphere. “You enjoy this?”

“Yes, yes,” she nodded excitedly, seeming captivated by the sea of