“All right--Bree Matthews!” a stagehand shouted, coming over with a clipboard and a microphone on his head. “Are you ready?”
“We are ready!” Bree said for all of them, bouncing on her heels.
“Then, head to your spots.” He signaled for them to approach their section of the stage. The band had been prepped on how this would work before the show. They headed to the places they’d been told to earlier, the guitarists tossing their straps over their heads, Dominic getting into place behind the drum set, and Shawna behind the keyboard. Bree gave them all an encouraging smile and approached the microphone, waiting for the lights to come up on them. They’d hear the announcer say their name, and then they’d start playing.
