Chapter 42
Carol Lynne
"All's well, boss." I smiled as Ben's voice came through my headset. This concert ran smoother than that last one.
On the last of my rounds, I knocked on the dressing room door of Sonic Wave before walking in. The musicians huddled together on the couch, speaking into a skinny, silver mic a reporter pointed towards them.
I waved and gave my thumbs up to everyone. They waved back, and I backed out of the room, closing the door behind me.
Allowing the press backstage before the start of the concert got us extra publicity. I hoped it would solidify Firelight Production's brand visibility to the venue owners and the biggest obstacle, the talent.
As I walked down the hall and onto the stage, I looked out at the crammed crowd. They wore band t-shirts and excited face
