We’re halfway through the first number before it feels like we’re really in sync. But then it’s as if we channel all of our mixed-up feelings into the music and things get better. The music vibrates around us like an electrical storm and we keep going. The crowd gets into it and we feed off them, push ourselves hard. I see Amy out in front as usual, and she has her beady eyes fixed on Kel. I don’t think he looks her way once, even when she keeps yelling his name. The crowd pours on the applause after we’re done, so we stay out there, soaking it up. Then the manager’s voice is in my ear and he says, “We’re on a schedule here. Come on, the next group is already onstage.” Sure enough, Indigo Daze is walking on, but Rowan looks hesitant. I know what her problem is. A musician feels naked getting up in front of a crowd without an instrument. I sometimes figure my guitar is like a shield, a nice shiny piece of armor. I pull the strap over my head and hand my Gibson to her. “Jay!
What do You think about Battle Of The Bands (2006)?
