Every cell is buzzing with the music as I stand on the side of the stage and take in the performance. Tonight makes a total of nine concerts so far, and the effect on me still hasn’t faded, even in the slightest. I’ve never felt so alive, nor have I ever felt more belonging. This band is so much more than that. They are a family with the most compassionate hearts. The song concludes with the audience cheering at an incredible volume. “We’ve got some business to address here tonight. Tennessee won’t mind, will ya?” Dillon murmurs into the mic. Of course the crowd reaches fever pitch again. Tate taps me on the shoulder, stealing my attention away from the stage. He’s got a phone to his ear, and I have no clue how he can hear the person on the other end of it over the wild volume in this place. “Take this stool out to the center stage.” He points at it, but I do not comprehend. Me? On stage? No way! My head vehemently shakes with my denial of the task. “Now. We’ve got to keep on schedule.”
