Chapter 68 So The Summer After You 2

• “So we write her a note and send it backstage, and ask if we can buy her a drink afterwards,” Killian said, “and explain our proposition. It was a perfectly lovely note. And she writes back over the original text in big red letters, Fuck off. That’s her answer.”
• I looked at Riley. She shrugged.
• “I saw ‘em from up on stage. I thought they were fuckin’ weirdos. Nobody at our shows ever looked like them.”