Oh, the boys of Just Short of Chaos have been raring to meet you! We have to start their story off with Zane, of course, their introverted, retro-fashioned lead singer. He started the band, he gets first dibs on introducing them. Here's a little bit more about his story...
When videos hit the
Internet of rock star Zane Sanders and a random fan performing what he says is
a spontaneous dance, no one believes it’s unrehearsed in this sizzling romance
from bestselling author M.J. Schiller.
Zane Sanders, lead singer of Just Short of Chaos, surprised
everyone, including himself, when he plucked a fan out of the audience at one
of his concerts.
I don’t know what
possessed me to do it. I’d never done anything like that before. But something
about Grace drew me to her. And within minutes of pulling her on stage, I knew
I’d made one of the best decisions of my life. Since our drummer Devin’s
overdose, I’d felt dead inside. Perhaps for even longer than that. But Grace
was fun, sexy—and as I would discover later—good and selfless. And an
irresistible magic surrounded us that made me feel alive again.
That is, until I blew
it. In classic Zane style. Funny thing is, when I first got Grace up on stage,
I had no idea what to do with her. Now I have no idea what I’ll do without her.
Grace Prescott was living out every girl’s fantasy.
Only thing is,
fantasies ended, and I realized pretty quickly that I didn’t want this one to
stop. Zane had a magnetism about him that was more than mere charisma. That was
evident the moment I—the girl who normally had to be dragged out onto the dance
floor—practically became a pole dancer in his arms. Then it happened. The moment everyone kept
referring to as “The Kiss.” But it was all part of the show, right? It didn’t
matter that Zane made more than my feet move. He stirred up feelings that
scared the crap out of me. The depth of his sadness called out to me even more
than his unbelievable sex appeal, and that was saying something.
But it could never
work between us. He may have come from a small town like me, but he was all
rock star now and totally out of my league. I was a flower shop owner, not his
saving Grace.
Are some actions beyond forgiveness or will he be rocked by
Grace?
Zane
There
was a difference between having a life and living a life, and I really wanted
to discover what that difference was. I had a life. Most would say it was a
good life. But for me it seemed like all I was doing was chasing the second
hand on a clock. I would move forward through the day, but at the close I had
nothing to show for it other than the passage of time. At the ripe old age of
twenty-six, I was tired beyond belief and walking through my days and nights
like a zombie.
But
the people who had been filling the stadium for the last hour and a half were
not here to see the walking dead. They were doctors, lawyers, garbage men,
seamstresses…. They came from small towns and cities, ghettos like those I grew
up in, and plush estates like the ones I lived in now. I had come to know the
people behind those gilded doors had their own kinds of problems. But all of
these people occupying seats in the heart of this building or swaying drunkenly
on the floor, they worked, sweated, and stressed to earn the money to buy the
tickets to this concert and listen to my music. I wouldn’t let them down.
After all, I was one of them once. I even sold my ten-speed to purchase tickets to see my idol, Colton Remkus, who was one of our openers tonight. Because of that, I vowed to sing the hits I’d sung a biljallion times before like I recently released them and they were still fresh. As Colt did for me. Though I didn’t feel like I had the heart for it, I would bring the vitality of the damned Energizer Bunny if it killed me.
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