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there. She tried to bring it up again while we were waiting, but I told her to be quiet in case someone was standing there who knew him. I spotted a poster hanging on the wall that was promoting the event. The majority of it was a picture of The Miffs, but Sweet East was pictured at the bottom, and you could clearly see Micah standing front and center. I whispered to Gigi, and she checked it out. Her jaw hung open as she stared at the poster and then at me.
    I giggled. "I told you," I said.
    "The other guys in the band don't look bad either," she said. She wasn't whispering, and I glanced behind us again to make sure no one was paying attention.
    We made it through the door with no hassle whatsoever. The guy seemed more interested in getting our $15 then he was at looking at our driver's license. He barely even glanced at it when I handed it to him, and I was sad I had taken all that time memorizing Ashley's stats.
    "Come on, Ashley," Gigi said with a huge smile, after we paid. I rolled my eyes at her as we linked arms to make our way through the crowded bar to try to find a spot.
    There were tables and chairs spread out all over the perimeter of the dance floor, but all of them were taken. A good bit of the dance floor was occupied with people standing around in groups. Gigi and I decided to get a soda from the bar so we'd have something to hold onto.
    There was loud music playing, but it wasn't coming from the stage. The band's instruments were set up, but the stage was totally deserted. We got our sodas and found our way to a spot on the side of the dance floor. I figured we'd move out to the middle once the band came out, but for the time being, it felt good to be against the wall.
    She and I made small talk, but all I could concentrate on was trying to locate Micah Bennett. I had no luck with that. After several minutes of looking around the place I gave up and figured he was in the back somewhere.
    It was 9:15 when someone came out onto the stage. It was a guy dressed in all black. Several people in the crowd yelled out when he used his hand to tap the microphone a few times to see if it was working.
    "How's everybody doing tonight?" he asked, and a whole round of cheers followed.
    Everyone who had been standing around the perimeter of the dance floor began making their way toward the stage, and Gigi and I followed.
    "You guys stoked to see The Miffs?" he yelled.
    He stuck his microphone out over the crowd to pick up our yells, but we didn't need it. Everyone clapped, screamed, and whistled so loudly it made me giggle and want to use my fingers to plug up my ears. Gigi and I looked at each other, laughing at all the ruckus.
    "First we have a special treat for you guys! Straight out of Austin, Texas… let's hear it for Sweet East!"
    The crowd erupted again, and he left the stage as Micah's four-piece band made their way out there. Micah found his place at the microphone and bent down to strap the guitar onto his shoulder. I started wiggling and jiggling from side to side with excitement. I didn't even realize I was pinching Gigi until she said, "Ouch!"
    "I'm sorry," I said. "But isn't he the hottest thing you've ever seen?"
    Gigi looked back at the stage and considered it seriously. She cocked her head to the side and really took a good look. "I think he is, actually," she said in all seriousness. That made me start giggling again.
    With a pick in his hand, he grabbed the top of the microphone and adjusted it to his liking. He was smiling as he did it, and I could hear girls let out whoops and hollers randomly.
    "I assume everybody's feeling good this fine Saturday night," he said, still smiling. Another round of cheers and whistles. "We're Sweet East, and this first song's called Way Down Low."
    With that, he let go of the mic, and turned to nod at the band before making the first strum of the guitar.
    I couldn't believe my ears. I instantly had a new favorite band. I loved the style of their music, and his voice. He