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The festival host flounced onto the stage and introduced Tortured Hearts, to near-deafening screams from the audience, who had been waiting all day for them to perform. Blaze managed to pass Giselle one meaningful nod of reassurance before she, Matt, and Jimmy took the stage. The crowd went wild as Giselle leaned in close to the mic.
“Hello there, Sunfair!” she greeted.
The audience fed off her energy and responded with cheers. Blaze grinned with pride as he watched Giselle take charge of the situation. As soon as the music began, she was the star. She embodied every song completely, bouncing and dancing from one end of the stage to the other, never missing a single beat or note. Blaze had no idea how the girl could jump up and down like a maniac and still keep her singing voice perfectly in key. Her vibe was contagious, and before long, the audience was jumping up and down along with her. No matter what headspace she was in this week, it all went out the window when she had a microphone in her hand. Suddenly, she was pure confidence. She could handle anything—a massive audience, a high-energy performance, two men at once…
No. We’re not thinking about that right now,Blaze scolded himself inwardly. Today was about the Sunfair Festival. It was about watching Giselle do her thing. She was killing it out there, and Blaze felt his respect for her growing exponentially by the second.
“Now, we’re going to play an old favorite from our very first album,” Giselle purred into the mic. “See if you guys remember this one.”
Jimmy led in with a brain-melting drumroll as Matt began to shred on his guitar. The crowd instantly recognized the years-old hit and promptly lost their minds. Giselle sucked in a deep breath to start singing.
As soon as she lifted the mic to her lips, there was a deafening crack and a flash of intense, brilliant light. The crowd screamed and ducked down instinctively, some running and tripping over each other as the stage went dim.
“What the hell?” Blaze demanded, poised to rush out onto the stage. Asher was at his side, ready to jump into action like they had in Griffith Park.
But he realized quickly that Giselle wasn’t hurt. In fact, none of the props or rigging had fallen out of place, either. But some of the bright neon lights, the overhead fans, and the projector screen showing a looped video of gold confetti had gone dark. When Matt strummed his guitar, it was considerably quieter and less bombastic than expected. Jimmy’s percussion was similarly muffled. It was as though someone had cut a random selection of important wires backstage.
Giselle stared out at the crowd in stunned horror, and they gazed back. Blaze clenched his fists and felt a bead of sweat roll down his spine. A hush fell over the desert.
