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. Sam had said hello and nothing more to her, so she hadn’t had to attempt to chat with him. The rest of his band had been nice enough, saying how excited they were to be opening for Bree on her return to music, and then they’d rushed off to take the stage. When they’d come off, there’d been a round of congratulatory statements, like, “Nice set,” from her band to the other, and then they’d left. Now, Bree could concentrate on going on stage and playing the best set of her life.
