Welcome to the Big Time

“Just the beginning,” he told her, his eyes alight with excitement. “Just the beginning, Em.”

“I managed to find someone who recorded that,” Jeremy hung over the aisle to speak with them. “I will load it onto social media.”

“Awesome,” Owen grinned.

The flight was quick, and as they waited for their luggage Owen’s phone rang.

“It is Aaron,” he said as he answered it. “Hey. We are just at the baggage carousel… Seriously? That is like… Thanks… Okay. Thanks.” He hung up and looked around at the expectant faces of the band. “There are cars waiting for us out front, and some guys to help with the gear.”

“I will go,” James was all but bouncing in excitement, his hair falling free of the messing half-ponytail-half-bun that he had caught it back into and his blue-grey eyes alight with his energy. “I will find them and bring them here.”

They had just begun retrieving their luggage when he returned with four men wheeling flat trays. Within a short amount of time, they were following them back to