Chapter Forty-Five – Elliot
I watch as the colour drains from my brother’s face. His body slightly shaking as he looked up at me.
“What is wrong?” I instantly asked.
“Corner,” he barely whispers his drummer’s name.
Jaxon need not say anymore, it is clear in his eyes that something was deathly wrong with his band-mate. Something we have both been concerned about for more than a few years.
“How bad?” I simply asked him.
“Very, they are not sure he will make it,” Jaxon sighs, shaking his feet.
“He had the world at his feet, man, but preferred the artificial hit, and now he may not live to see tomorrow,” Jaxon growls out, as his anger at his friend mixes with his grief that is beginning to take hold of him.
“You need to go to him Jaxon,” Sarah-Sofia gently states, then puts her
