"There she is!" Frank greeted me at the door as I rushed in. "Alyssa, this is Sam and Bill. They'll take good care of you during your session today." Frank turned to leave, then he added, "By the way, your band is waiting in the sound room for you where you should be right now, so go!"
I smiled, then hurried into the sound booth, and was stunned when I walked in, for there, tuning his guitar, was Logan and his friends. Microphones set all over the room. Even the drums were mic-ed!
"So, you decided to come after all?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at Logan as I hurried to set my guitar case down and quickly flipped it open.
A broad smile spread across his face as he shrugged. "Well, the guys talked me into it."
I slipped my guitar strap over my shoulder and struck a chord, checking
