Aiden accepted all hugs, kisses, back pats, butt grabs, ribs elbowed, and so on with an almost vibratory glee. He couldn't stop smiling. The set had gone off without a hitch.

"Thanks, ladies. It rocked!" He slung an arm around Angel. He glanced at Sara. "Black hoodies could fit the dress code here."

He made a thoughtful pause. "I think either the guitarist or the bassist has our very limited merchandise in the back of their car. They went out to get it." He bounced in place a little. "Man, I hope we win. Provided my original stuff in there didn't torpedo our chances."