Though he didn’t usually pay too much attention to the audience during the shows, tonight, David couldn’t keep from scanning the crowd, wondering which shadowed face was Vince’s, wishing he wasn’t blinded by the lights. No more Thunderbird after this. No more Vegas. He was moving on, taking a giant leap into an unknown, and this time, he wasn’t even going to have Kate as a backup.
It would have been nice to be able to read Vince’s take on the matter. Without spotting him during the last set, though, David had to settle for finding out during the time they said good-bye.
He was forced to linger after they took their final bows, accepting the well wishes from those who pushed their way backstage. Good thing for him Kate glowed with happiness. Nobody was interested in the slightly dour pian
