a low stage.
At the entrance, a staff member stepped forward.
“Tickets?”
I handed over my phone.
“Okay… now I’m lost.”
They scanned it and waved us through.
Terry was still looking around, trying to piece it together.
Then he saw the stage and stopped walking.
“No way,” he said under his breath.
I smiled.
Onstage, the band was finishing its setup.
It was his favorite band, the one he had played a hundred times over the years.
“You didn’t…” he started.
“I did.”
Then he saw the stage.
Terry
