This time, Kieran didn’t have a ticket. He simply flashed his badge, had a quiet word with the bar manager, and now had a security pass to allow him to move freely wherever he wanted.
The last thing the manager wanted was any bad press for his establishment.
Kieran glanced through to see the opening act still singing, and got himself a soda water and lime. He wanted to mingle in the crowd when the band played. Maybe I can sniff something out that way. Raucous applause and cheering alerted him to the change of performers. He ambled through, and began to weave his way through the audience.
A familiar song caused him to stop and stare at Lucas. There would be no way he could ever hear “Like a Prayer” again and not picture Lucas. Tonight Lucas’s chest was bare, and glistened as though oiled
