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The space behind the stage was a fevered buzz of techs, assistants, security staff, reporters, VIP guests. The band had retreated to the dressing room to get ready for the meet & greet before playing.
Jo rescued Silvia from the trailer steps and took her to join Claudia at a dark corner of the stageside, from where they could watch the show. But the other two refused to stay there. Their friends had taken the best spot against the fence, right in front of Jim’s microphone, and they intended to join them. Jo argued it could get rough in the pit sometimes, and they could get bruised out there.
“Yeah, well, it’s a rock concert, not an opera,” Silvia replied.
They made her confess she’d never watched the band from the audience since they’d released their first album, and they ended up convincing her to join them.
Five minutes before No Return took the stage, Deborah saw Ron come running, pale as if he’d just seen
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