Word had spread. We’d done something special and people lined up to check us out. As I waited backstage for my cue, I almost wished we’d held out for a bigger number. Depending on how tonight went, maybe there’d still be time to negotiate. “Hot damn,” Bruno jumped on the balls of his feet next to me. “This is real, isn’t it? We’ve never played to a crowd this big. At least, not one that wasn’t made up of drunk-ass college kids with no money to spend.” I smiled up at him and slapped him on the back. “Go out there and lay it down, Bruno.” He raised and lowered his eyebrows at me then damn near skipped out behind his drum kit. Tim followed right after him leaving Justin and me in the wings together. Justin’s face was stone cold. He tightened one of his strings then gave me a look. “What?” He shrugged. “Just trying to see where your head is tonight.” I raised my shoulders. “My head’s where it always is, Justin. Just do your thing and I’ll do mine.” He shot me a shit-eating smile that he knew got a laugh out of me every time.
