I ended up finding Justin first. I grabbed his shoulders as adrenaline flooded me. He blinked at me, his brows pulled together in amusement and confusion. “Dude…they said yes,” I told him. He tilted his head, and I made myself calm down and explain it in a way that made sense. “We got signed.”

Justin grinned, then gave me a quick hug. “I knew it! I knew she wanted you!” He smacked my shoulder when we pulled apart. “We’re labelmates, man.”

Laughing, I shook my head. “How the fuck is this my life?”

Justin snorted. “Kellan, I have a feeling, for you…this is just the beginning.”

I rolled my eyes, then clapped him on the back. “I gotta find the guys. Finally fucking tell them.” Getting this off my chest was going to feel so good.

Justin’s grin grew; he knew this had been killing me. He pointed to the other side of the large room we were in. “I don’t know where Matt and Evan are, but Griffin’s over there, drinking with some girls.”

“Thanks. I’m gonna go tell him.”

“Congratulations, man!” he called out as I left.

The room was pretty packed, full of people and furniture. I had to weave my way around pockets of bodies. This looked like a hookup room, with flirting and making out everywhere. It didn’t surprise me at all that Griffin was hanging out in here. Off to my right, I spotted the girl who’d brazenly climbed onto my lap. She was sucking on Benji’s neck. I smiled at the two of them. Benji was a much better option for her tonight, and he could definitely use the pick-me-up.

I found Griffin in the far end of the room, standing near a makeshift bar. I wasn’t sure where the alcohol came from—band members, the crew, or maybe even the label—but there was always something to drink backstage. And there was usually quite a variety. I grabbed an unopened bottle of beer from a cooler and popped the top off. I needed to calm down, especially if Griffin was the first person I was going to tell.