Chapter TWENTY-THREE

C A L E B

"You guys are absolutely incredible," I said into the microphone, causing the thousands of people in the crowd to cheer. "Denmark!" Max screamed. Both of us were breathing hard. The crowd cheered again. I turned around to see Archer sat on his drums, his long curly hair was coated with sweat. He was grinning at our fans.

Although we're almost over with the show and we've performed more than half of the set list, I couldn't feel anything but the amount of energy I was getting from the audience. After Max had talked a bit more with the crowd and all of us had had a drink from a water bottle, he introduced the next song. "This one's called Here’s The Truth."

Max and I strummed the beginning chords as the beating of Archer's drums was heard and felt all around the stadium. I started to sing.

My mama told me I’m great at faking,

The typa actor that gets all the awards,

Powers of persuasion,

Nothing beats my intuition.

Then you came like lightning,