Page 253 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

A sudden rise in noise rolls through the crowd near the entrance to the square. Phones lift.

There it is.

I glance toward the street just as another SUV pulls up.

Dylan steps out.

And Redemption Falls absolutely loses its mind.

Screaming erupts almost immediately from the outer barricades where fans gathered hours ago after rumors started circulating online.

Cameras flash nonstop now. Journalists surge forward. Security tightens around the perimeter.

Beside me, Willow blinks. “Holy shit.”

Dylan grins the second he sees the reaction, sunglasses pushed up into dark hair while the rest of The Last Rebels spill out behind him, carrying guitars and enough ego to destabilize several zip codes.

They look older, now.

Dylan catches sight of Xander across the square. And for one brief second, everything around us fades.

Dylan lifts one hand in greeting. And Xander nods back.

Beside me, Julian notices. “So, I’m gonna pretend I’m emotionally stable about this.”

“You’ve never been emotionally stable.”

“True.”

The crowd swells louder as The Last Rebels move toward the stage setup, shaking hands with producers and crew while reporters practically vibrate trying to get statements.

Nobody gets one yet.

Again, intentional.

Build anticipation first. Then payoff.

The formula exists because it works. But underneath the strategy, there’s something real happening here, too. That’s the dangerous part.

I spent years learning how to manufacture excitement. This isn’t manufactured.

This town is genuinely watching history happen in real time.

Willow steps closer beside me as movement starts around the stage. “What, exactly, is happening?”

I glance down at her. “At this point? Probably cultural mayhem.”

She laughs softly.

Then Xander climbs the stage steps, and the entire square goes silent. It’s fascinating watching him command attention without trying.

He steps toward the microphone while reporters crowd forward below the stage. “The Last Rebels are officially joining Redemption Records.”

The crowd erupts. Questions start flying from every direction.

“How long has this been planned?”

“Is the reunion permanent?”