Lace shook her head, eyes sliding to me.

“Please Lace,” King begged, copying Sager as he moved over next to him.

“Oh, alright, just for you two.” Lace ran her fingers over the keys and tapped on the mic. “Test. Test.”

Then she sat back, poised her fingers over the keys, and began to play. Her voice sounded especially amazing over the arena’s sound system as her surprised expression registered. There’s a world of difference between singing in a garage and hearing your voice pumped out through one of these babies.

Straightening her shoulders, she continued. Her amber eyes took on a faraway look, and her voice, well… Holy fucking shit. It was strong, confident, and seductive as hell. The emotion she injected into the song sent a chill up my spine as I listened.

When she finished, I knew just like all the roadies and event staff that had gathered around to watch.