About twenty minutes later, a stagehand came to get them. “We’ll be ready in five,” he said, catching eyes with a few of them, including Bree, like he wasn’t sure who he was supposed to be checking in with.
“Perfect, thanks,” she said. He nodded, and he walked out. She didn’t feel perfect, though, not after she’d walked in on her band apparently making fun of her. She’d had no idea they thought anything about her was humorous and was under the impression they were all getting along great until she’d heard them laughing and then watched them abruptly stop as she entered the room. Now, she was about to go up on stage with a bunch of people who seemed to think she was a joke.
“I guess that’s my cue to go,” Trent said.
