When I check their subscribers, I realize they have less than a thousand. Wow, that sucks. I think they deserve way more than that. And the videos don’t have that many comments. I wonder why.
When the music dies down, I walk back to the music room and peek in. The guys are packing up.
“Neat sound,” Jasper, who looks to be the lead guitarist, says to Beck, at the drums. “Sounds like you were really feeling the music.”
“I know, right? It’s like the drums and I were one. And your vocals were great, Ry. Leo can use some work, though,” he jokes.
Leo rolls his eyes. “You skipped a beat toward the middle.”
Beck’s jaw falls open. “I did not.”
“We all heard it.”
“What lies.”
“Hey, is that Rave at the door?” Jasper says, craning his neck toward the doorway. “Rave! What’s up, my favorite gamer girl?”
“We like to just say ‘gamer,’” I tell him as I walk inside. “And for the millionth time, it’sRaven.”
“Nah. You’re Rave to me.”
“Don’t fight it,” Leo tells me. “It’s a losing battle.”
“Did you hear us?” Beck asks. “How do we sound?”
My eyes slowly move to Kylen. I was kind of avoiding glancing at him because he looks so hot with the guitar slung over his shoulder, but it seems my eyes have a mind of their own. He looks so at ease with it, just like he did at camp. Like it’s part of him. It’s the same with my guitar, though I’m nowhere as good as him, or the other guys.
I pull my gaze away from him and say, “You guys sounded great. Beck didn’t miss a beat and Leo’s vocals were on point.”
Leo whoops. “I love this girl!”
Kylen looks away. For a second, I wonder if he’s hurt that I didn’t compliment him on his playing and singing. I don’t know if I should.
“Do you guys have a lot of followers?” I ask, even though I know the answer.
“Tons,” Beck says with a wide grin. “Our audience is mostly comprised of invisible people.”
Jasper chortles. “That would be a no, but we’re slowly growing.”
“Veryslowly,” Leo adds.
I smile encouragingly. “You’ll get there one day. I know it.”
The guys, including Kylen, beam at me and thank me.
Kylen swings his guitar onto his back. “Ready to go?” he says to me.
“Where are you going?” Beck asks as he waggles his brows.
Kylen shoots him a look. “To her room to work on our project.”
After I wave to the guys, he leads me toward the door.
“Have fun, kids,” Leo calls after us.
“And make sure to keep the door open!” Beck shouts.
Kylen shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “Ignore them.”
