Elowen's POV
I finished the song.
That was the thing about performing: it asked you to stay in it regardless of what else was happening, and I stayed in it, and the crowd came with me to the end, and when the last note hit I raised my hand and the bar exploded and I smiled and bowed.
He was still at the bar when we took our final bow. I didn't look directly. I didn't need to.
Backstage was a narrow hallway that smelled like old beer and amp cables, and the four of us crowded into it still running hot from the set, Remi already pulling me into a sideways hug before I'd even set the mic down.
"I knew it!" she exclaimed."Don't you ever try to be modest with me again.”
Dev, the bassist, was still shaking his head in the way people do when they're trying to look unimpressed and failing. "
