1 month later:
Kian stood in front of the microphone with his hands on both sides of the headphones that was placed on his head. He turned his eyes to the glass that separated him from his father and his band members from him.
“Are you ready?” Mr. Sins asked. “I want you to hit this s**t like you’re about to die.”
“Whoa.” Logan said. “Nice comparison.”
“Well, it is a song of death.” Vince said, texting on his phone. “I just want to see if our lead singer has it.”
Kian flipped Vince off before he turned back to his father.
“I’m ready.” Kian told him.
Mr. Sins nodded before he played the instrumental part that he had the band play earlier.
