From ALMOST HOME
“Are you ready for this
one?” Nick pulled her close for another kiss. He whispered, “We’re
gonna do ‘Love Not War’ tonight.”
She grinned. “Really?”
“Right on baby.” He leaned
over the table. “Hey guys, we’re doing this, right?”
“Yeah man,” Franklin
agreed.
“I’m diggin’ it,” Josh
added.
“Yeah, I’m amped,” Kevin
replied.
The band headed back to
the stage, all but Cosmo who had sauntered off somewhere with a group of friends.
As they strummed and tuned, Nick turned on the microphone and said, “Hey Cosmo
Pratt, come to the stage.” His voice boomed through the speaker.
A few minutes later Cosmo
jumped onto the stage and took his place behind the drums. Nick adjusted his guitar
strap and turned away from the audience. Cosmo raised his sticks high in the
air twirling them between his fingers.
Nick spun around and into
the mic he said, “Are you ready? Are you ready! We are Back Bay Fate and we are here to give you…
Love. Not. War!”
Cosmo struck his sticks
together. “One… Two… Three… Four…”
Nick strummed a forceful
chord on his guitar and the crowd cheered. The band joined in and the music
rose in a hard driving rock beat.
Nick
sang.
“Listen people to what I say”
“Why do
we fight and make war this day”
“Why do we hate when Love is a better
way”
“Love is the only way”
Franklin
angled over his keyboard toward his mic and sang.
“Love is a better way… Love is the only way.”
On
the other side of the stage Kevin echoed into his mic.
“Love is a better way… Love is the only way.”
“Listen people hear what I say,” Nick
sang.
He
raised his hand and flashed the peace sign.
“Why do we kill when Peace is a better way”
“Why do we fight when Love is the only way.”
“Why don’t we make… Love not War!”
“Why can’t we make… Love not
War!”
Nick
joined Kevin on the side of the stage and they fell into chasing licks back and
forth on their guitars. The audience broke out in applause.
And
all the guys sang together.
“Peace not War make Love it’s a better way.”
“Peace not War make Love it’s the
only way.”
Nick
sprinted to center stage and sang.
“Why don’t we make… Love not War!”
He
flung his guitar behind his back and grabbed the mic from the stand.
“Why can’t we make… Love not
War!”
He
raised an arm over his head flashing the peace sign again. “Sing it with me
everybody!”
The
crowd joined Nick, arms extended, peace signs up swaying with the music as they
sang.
“Why can’t we make… Love not War!”
Nick
darted to the other end of the stage.
“Why don’t we make…”
He
pushed the mic toward the crowd.
“Love not War!”
Dashing
back across the stage, he sang.
“Why won’t we make…”
“Love not War!” The crowd chanted with
him.
Nick
sang.
“Peace not War make Love it’s a better way.”
“Peace not War make Love
it’s the only way…”
Krista
stood atop a chair watching as Nick captured the audience. The Brownie dangled by
its strap at her side.
Will
came up to her. “Hey Krista, this is outta sight! Nick’s got this place really
fired up. Let me get some more shots for ya.”
“Yeah,
do it,” she said. Will slipped the camera from her wrist and disappeared into
the crowd.
She’d
seen Nick on stage a lot, and this was one the of best performances Back Bay
Fate had ever done.
But she wasn’t expecting what happened at the end
of their last song…
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