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Which is what I usually do.

It happens right after the second verse, so I have a couple of minutes to decide.

As always, fists are in the air the second Tyler begins to thump out the heavy intro on the bass.

“Baby, did you hear the rage?” I croon in a silky voice several octaves lower than my usual range. “Going up on fifty-eighth... we’ve got nothing but time to burn… wanna come feel me rage? I’m turning over another page…”

This is my favorite song to play live because the crowd gets into it, almost as if this were a rage party instead of a concert. People start to dance, others start to mosh, and the energy in the room kicks up a notch. I forget all about how hot I am, my pregnancy, and everything else. I’m lost in the music, the magic of the performance, and how I’ve got the crowd eating out of the palm of my hand.

“Lexi!” One of the guys in the front holds up his arms. “I’ve got you—do it!”

Oh shit.

It’s almost time for my stage dive.

I catch a look of surprise on Tyler’s face as I put the mic back in its stand.

“Come on, Lexi!” Another guy holds up his arms.

“Lexi!”

There’s a group of guys in the front chanting my name.

I look to the wings at our head of security and give him a quick nod. He immediately starts to run, heading for the crowd so that he can get me out of there once I’m done.

“Lex…” I hear Stu’s voice but it’s too late, because I turn my back and throw myself off the stage. I feel hands on my back, my legs, and as always, they start moving me back, “surfing” along the top of the crowd.

And then I feel a dip.

Before I can catch myself, I start going down.

I feel a thud, a twinge of pain, and then the back of my head hits the hard floor.

Ow.

Chapter Twelve

Lexi

* * *

There’s a sharp pain in my leg and I can’t catch my breath.

It’s loud but I can’t seem to hear anything.

“Lexi!” I know the voice but can’t quite place it.

“Lex, are you okay?”

The face in front of me swims a little but it comes into focus as I stare at it.

It’s Jonny.

From Crimson Edge.

Thank goodness.

I’m not necessarily afraid of the fans, but too many of them could be dangerous. Especially with me lying here on the floor.