Jason Byers has a second skin.
It's ugly, loathsome and goes by the name
Shyness.
It puts hesitation in his conversation
It smothers his sense of self
And he wants to rip,
Rip,
Rip it off.
But when he finally clawed his way through,
He found that there was
Nothing.
Six years ago, Jason was invited to play in Nolan Young's band.
Their guitarist had wanted to focus on tech school, so there was a hole to fill.
Scotty Foster said that it was fine if Jason couldn't play.
It's hard, he knows.
And Jason's guitar spoke more than himself.
But he pushed through,
Through the comfort of playing bedroom covers,
Onto a stage next to Nolan Young.
Then Jason realized
That he could fill that emptiness
With parts of other people.
With beers between them
A cigarette from time to time
It was easy to learn the casual dance of Nolan's words.
Confidence was something Jason stole.
Television, celebrities, accents and flair
It was all mix and match.
Still, Jason needed someone to lead.
Someone to start the beat
So he could fall into rhythm.
For the longest time, it was Nolan Young.
But once he left the stage
His second skin came back
and swallowed him whole.
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Criminal | Cellphone novel
General Fiction"They say he must be charmed, they say he must be crazy." Jason Byers, guitarist of a rising band, drops everything and runs away with a petty thief, Sadie Hart. Entangled in a murder that sends them running across the country, the pair sink into cr...
