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We got to the club a few minutes before showtime. Mike, the bar manager, escorted us to the dressing room behind the stage.
I began to do some vocal warm ups and finger stretches as I stripped out of sweaty clothes to get into something a bit more professional and slinky for onstage. Guy took his guitar out of its case so it could adjust to the club’s temperature. He quickly changed into his suit.
Our brief pre-show kiss was interrupted by Mike who leaned his head into the door and said, “showtime!”
We have played so many shows now that neither of us has to think anymore. We can just feel the music. Read the vibes of the room, the energy of the audience - and slip in and out of the melody of each song accordingly.
The room was dark, very dark. Just the way I like it. We could barely
