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Kate left the stage with tears in her eyes. The crowd loved Walk Of Fame. She did, too. Singing it out there, just her and her guitar, the way she always imagined she would perform, felt better than anything she’d done on stage in a long time.
Quynn was waiting for her in the dressing room. “It sounded like the crowd loved it as much as I did.”
Kate nodded. “They did. It felt so good to do it that way.”
“You should get back to that.”
Kate grinned. “I’ve been thinking the same thing.”
They shared a smile but were interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Do you think it’s him?” Kate asked.
Quynn shrugged. “One way to find out.”
Quynn went to the door and stepped back when she saw who was on the other side. “Can I help you?”
“We were on the list, apparently. We’re looking for Kath— u
