Open-Mike Night Part 2

"I see it now," Hobb had said, spreading his arms out as if reading a headline. "The debut rock band Pinheads hits the Billboard charts with their groundbreaking album, Pacific Amphitheatre."

"Is that you talking," Michael had said, "or the headline?"

"The headline."

Cheyenne couldn't help but laugh now as she thought about it. She'd had fun tonight, although the only reason she was there was because she'd lied to her mother and told her she was at Kayla's house watching Halloween movies.

The guys went onstage and positioned themselves behind their instruments, Michael at the front of the stage positioning the microphone and the strap of the guitar around his shoulder, Hobb on the bass, and Dean behind the drum set. Cheyenne waited offstage just as they'd planned.

Michael started the song off, his guitar riffs pulling the audience in, fingers flicking the pick over the strings. Dean and Hobb came in next.

The applause was thunderous, claps mixing with hollers and whistles. Cheyenne couldn't help but smile as Michael grabbed her hand and winked at her. She closed the distance between them, sliding her hand up his jaw, pulling him over.

And then she kissed him.