'And that is how my heart will keep going... Stitched and scared... That is how my love would never change...'
Monica watched Calvin Finn, the lead vocalist on the microphone sing the first solo, a lead guitar strapped across his tensed up shoulders, floating comfortably just above his thigh on the tight black leather pants he wore. His fingers strumming each strings skillfully as he sang to the song he knew by heart.
She had never heard any of the songs the band of four sang that night, she knew just a few of their hit songs and tonight she realized just how good they were. Just how good he was.
The flashing lights on the small stage in the private concert and their loud melodies echoing through the speakers reverberating through her entire frame as she sat unnoticed in a baseball hat
