CHAPTER ONE “You say you wanna play around with other boys. You tell me that it’s over, but all I hear is WHITE NOISE!”
Crow grabbed the microphone and leaned forward, and for a second Em was sure he was looking right at her.
She leaned back into the beat-up armchair and wrapped her puffy down coat more tightly around her as she watched Crow practice his latest song, “White Noise.” The sound of crappy, hand-me-down instruments and boys who love to play them reverberated through the garage. For the past several weeks Em had been spending more time with Drea Feiffer and her friends; as a...