“Oh my god, that was soooooooo cool.” Danni was bouncing on her toes as we left the concert. It had been awesome, I had to admit. Jon DeMassi might be getting on in age, but he was still every bit the charismatic guitarist and mega-rockstar that he’d been throughout his youth. His sheer stage presence had the crowd glued to his every move and his electrifying guitar solos and soaring vocals had everyone dancing in their seats.
“He was amazing but it’s not over yet,” I teased her as we made our way out through the exits.
“What do you mean?”
“I have a surprise for you,” I said, taking her by the arm and guiding her towards the stage doors. “I got us tickets to the meet and greet after party.”
“No way!” she squealed, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me enthusiastically. “You’re joking, right?”
“Nope,” I replied with a wide grin as I noticed the concert attendants standing by the stage door waiting for us. We weren’t alone. There were several other groups of people walking alongside us, who must have all paid for the same V.I.P. package.