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already been drunk as shit, I would have considered having another drink.  I don’t know why it was making me tense, because I liked people and I usually got along with most folks just fine—and, as Peter had said—these people wanted to meet us.  There was nothing that should be uncomfortable about it.
    It seemed like no time had passed when Andrew said, “Okay, ladies.  Ready to go?”
    Barbie gave him a sly grin and said, “Always, baby.”  He gave her a look as if to tell her what she’d said was inappropriate—like he had any room to judge.  But he turned and let us all follow.  As we filed out the door, Barbie slapped him on the ass.  He turned and glared but still said nothing.
    Served the perv right.  He was getting exactly what he’d asked for.
    We walked down the long hall and then through a set of security doors.  We rounded a corner and went into another room and voila!  There they were.  I don’t know why I’d expected a huge crowd, and maybe that was my naïveté, but it was just a handful of people.  Peter had been right about one thing—they were definitely enthusiastic and eager to see us .
    Unfortunately, I was so trashed, I barely remembered a thing afterward.  I answered a few questions, signed a few autographs, and then, before I knew it, we were being escorted out so we could prepare for the concert.
    I stared at myself in the dressing room mirror.  I didn’t quite look real to myself, but I told myself I had this.  I was, at least, feeling a little bit more sober than earlier, but I still had a long way to go.  “Let’s go!” Andrew yelled in the door and Vicki gave me a hug.
    “C’mon, Kyle.  Let’s go be rock stars!”
     

 
     
     
    “Fight for Rock” ~ Warlock
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
     
    WASTED OR NOT, my hands knew what to do with my guitar.  After the first song, I quit sweating it as much.  Barbie fucked up a line in the next song, but nobody in the audience had a clue.  By the third song, we were feeling great.  The energy from the crowd was amazing.  The place made me think of an old-fashioned opera house, and—even though I couldn’t see the whole audience area because of the bright lights in my eyes—I could tell it was packed with people.
    By the fourth song, we were completely in sync, and I felt as though we’d been doing this for years.  At the end of the set, we had the audience ablaze, more than warmed up for Fluidity, the next band on stage.
    If I’d had any doubts about us as a band, live or otherwise, they were all banished by the end of our set.  We left the stage all feeling high.  We knew we were a success, and we knew that it was smooth sailing from here on out.  We learned that we could not only hold a crowd but wow them.  I’d wondered about us as individuals and as a team, but I had no more worries.  Barbie was an amazing front woman.  Her normally obnoxious personality oozed infectious charisma onstage, and the audience had been eating out of her hand.  Liz and I completely gelled, and that was probably my most fun part—playing with and against her.  We could sense what the other was going to do and played off it.  And the audience ate it up.  Kelly was the perfect accompaniment to our antics and Vicki?  Well, hell, the gal was banging away like there was no tomorrow.  She was fun to watch, and more than once I turned and played toward her and with her.
    We were a full-fledged, honest-to-God rock band.
    When we got back to the hotel, all I wanted to do was go to bed to sleep it all off, but my bandmates were having none of it.  Hell, Peter and Andrew wanted to celebrate too.  “Ladies, you were absolutely amazing,” Andrew said.
    Peter had a smug smile on his face.  My first thought when I saw him was that he was taking all the credit for our hard work.  Granted, he was due some credit, because he’d brought us all together—he’d had a vision and he’d known how to get us to do what he