Chapter 12
Monty looked great, his rock-star persona fully on display as he strutted around the stage shirtless in only tight jeans and Keds. I shouted and danced with the crowd, singing along to the tunes and begging for more.
When their part of the show was over, the crowd begged for an encore before they left the stage. Usually the opening act was a warm-up for the real stars, but Rebel’s Ultimatum had totally killed it. Then, as the roadies prepared the stage for the next band, an announcement blared over the speakers: “Bennett Pachowski, please meet your party backstage.”
I froze. I hadn’t expected that Monty would seek me out this way, if at all. I walked through the horde, making slow progress until I reached the front of the arena. I made my way around the platform and found one of the stagehands.