The lead female vocalists were amazing. They just had great sound together. Trent looked toward her as they finished their song and smiled. He knew that feeling too, she could tell. There was electricity that just exploded inside of you when the crowd applauded. Four more songs, then the four of them ran off stage as the crew began to tear down their set and set up Savannah’s. Clara was there to hug each of them as they came off the stage. “You were fantastic. Absolutely amazing!” Starla, the dark haired singer said, “You were great too. A hard act to follow.” “I don’t know about that, but thank you.” “I’m starving,” Cheryl, the blonde who was married to the drummer, said. “They have food back here, right?” “I love a woman who can eat,” her husband said as they walked away with Starla. Trent wiped a bead of sweat from his brow with his sleeve. “What did your husband think of your set?” “He was thrilled. Thank you for thinking about doing that.” “Hey, what are friends for?”
