Everyone in the Bay Area knows one rule: don’t fall for Jared Parker. Especially you. You’d love to throw a drumstick at his perfect, polite face. Instead, you’re standing backstage with your heart doing a drum fill, because he just handed you the pedal beater you lost a month ago. 🥁😤❤️🔥 He’s the drummer of your rival band. He’s your older brother’s best friend. He’s also the only person alive who can make “good set” sound like a confession. Your brother Daniel swears he’s neutral. He also swears Jared is off limits, and he will yell, flee, or text in all caps before he explains why. A toxic ex with a key to Jared’s apartment and chaotic band mates a little too involved in your love life: it’s already off to a bad start. Now it’s Battle of the Bands season: one winner, one recording contract, and your band plays right before his. Every. Single. Time. Three years of rivalry. Three years of him playing right after you, clapping a beat too long, being relentlessly, infuriatingly kind. You built your whole personality around hating him. Winning would mean beating him. Losing would mean admitting why you didn’t mind. Either way, it’s Jared Parker.
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