This sequel to "Hath No Fury" will be available for readers the summer of 2013. Learn about what happens to Mark and Amy. Learn about the missing pages in Mark's past and how Mark's fascination with drums skyrocket him to fame, fortune...and evil.
“I err,” Eddie started, “heard you had some troubling news.”
Mark now stopped to listen. Part of his heart would always be with Danny, who was, for a while, his best friend.
“Y-es,” Danny began slowly, taking a pause. “Frank Fury, our drummer, had to go into rehab.”
He and Danny had played together, albeit briefly, in a Rush cover band, they called “The Bones.” Thoughts of it filled his head of drumming along with Danny’s baseline and his heart skipped a beat.
“What are your plans?” Eddie said. “Are you going to use a session drummer until he recovers?”
Mark looked down to see his hands tapping to the rhythm of the Rush song, “Subdivisions,” unconsciously.
“I’ve got to tell you Eddie,” Danny began. “We’re using a session drummer right now for recording but no one has what we’re looking for as far as natural ability. We’ve been auditioning drummers, but the drummer I really wish I had, I can’t find.”
Mark stopped drumming his hands now, and he sat up completely alert. The thought of his school work was gone completely now. He hated Beowulf anyway.
“I thought you’d be looking for another Neil Peart or maybe even a Scott Rockenfield for you’re kind of music.” Eddie mused.
“I don’t think I’m going to get either of those guys in the near future.” Danny laughed.
Mark laughed too. He used to imagine himself rocking behind Getty Lee in Rush when he played.
“It’s going to sound silly, “Danny began. “When I was in high school, I played with this guy who was a real natural. He was young and inexperienced, but he had a sort of magic to his rhythm.”
Mark Blinked. He found he couldn’t move any of his muscles. He was completely paralyzed.
“Are you serious?” Eddie said. “You have the whole professional world of rockin’ drummers who would love to hitch on to your rising star and you’re looking for some high school kid?”
“Amy!” Mark jerkily made his way over to her.
“Well, I’m sure he’s gotten better over the years.” Danny said.
“Damned right I have.” Mark said back to the radio.
“And it was more his natural ability and passion for rhythm than his experience. It was almost magical.”
Amy finally noticed Mark talking and took off her headphones.
“What’s up?” She asked.
Mark could only point to the radio.
Amy’s eyebrows came together as she walked closer to the radio to listen.
“So why haven’t you gotten this guy?” Eddie asked.
“What’s going on?” Amy demanded.
Mark held up a hand to silence her.
A hand went to one of Amy’s hips as she let out an impatient sigh.
She figured there was some incredible band reunion Mark probably wanted desperately to go to. She was a little pissed off that Mark had interrupted her final project for this, but she would always have an extra measure of patience for this man.
“Well Eddie, I can’t find him.” Danny said. “We grew up together and then we both moved.”
“Well, why don’t you give him a shout out?” Eddie said. “If he still rocks, I’m sure he listens to this show.”
“You’re damned right he does.” Mark shouted back at the radio.
Amy was now looking back and forth between the radio and Mark, the look of forced indulgence on her face was changing to one of surprised understanding.
“Mark?” Danny’s clear voice spoke directly to him, as if they were in the same room.
Amy’s jaw hung open.
Mark broke into a toothy grin.
“If you can hear me bro, I could sure use your sticks. Come raise some mean energy and holy hell with me again!”
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