The butterflies in her stomach were the kind Bree relished, the kind that gave her fuel. The roadies were done switching out their equipment, and now, all she had to do was wait for her band to be introduced, and she’d finally be taking the stage again.

“Are you ready?” Shawna whispered in her ear, a huge smile on her face.

“So ready,” Bree replied, smiling and squeezing her keyboardist’s hand. She’d gotten lucky earlier. As the bands crossed paths, Sam had said hello and nothing more to her, so she hadn’t had to attempt to chat with him. The rest of the two groups had exchanged compliments and words...