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lead vocal as well as guitar and moved all around the stage, which gave him the perfect opportunity to scope out where the scout was sitting.  He expected him to be a bit older than the crowd and there were a few possibilities in the crowd, leaving him unsure of which man it might be.  He also kept a close eye on Gina who sat on a barstool off to the side, watching him, as she rested her chin in her hand and propped her elbow on the bar.  She smiled and winked when their eyes met, but he didn’t acknowledge her back.  At least not in a way anyone else could notice.  
    He was just finishing up their third song when he saw Gina motion to someone at the door, hopping off her barstool to head to him.  A surge of jealousy hit Logan and he cleared his throat in surprise, as he announced the name of their next song- Thief in My Bed .  He smiled at the crowd and masked his emotions immediately, introducing the audience to his band members as they cheered for each one.  He swaggered back to center stage and grabbed the microphone, belting out the first lines of the song as the band surged in with loud and intense harmony.
     
    Stole my heart just to throw it away,
    No explanation for the games you play.
    Am I just a Friday night to you,
    or are we going to see this through?
     
    Logan couldn’t help but glance over at Gina as he sang about a past unrequited love.  She was sitting with an older gentleman now, chatting away and motioning toward the stage.  He knew she must be talking about him from her body language, but he still felt pangs of envy tear through him as he watched her eagerly look up to the older man.  He wondered what their relationship was, but quickly chastised himself for even caring. He forced himself to pull his eyes away and focus on something else in the room.  
     
    Between our kisses, you said “forever”,  
    but behind my back, you laughed “never”.
    So, I tossed the thief from my bed,
    but damn it all, she’s still in my head.
     
    Logan finished the chorus and then stepped to the side, pointing both hands at Dylan who immediately launched into a drum solo that had the entire bar on their feet in seconds.  The rest of the band cheered him on as he skillfully banged out a rhythm on his set, sweat beading on his forehead as he concentrated on each hit. He was oblivious to the screaming and Logan smiled as he recognized the musician’s trance.  Dylan Moore may be a jerk at times, but he loved his music just as much as Logan did, and that was what solidified their friendship.  
    Dylan finished with several slams on his cymbals and then he stood up, his hands in the air holding his drumsticks proudly as he grinned at the crowd that ate up his performance.  The rest of the band immediately jumped back into the song and Logan grabbed the microphone, facing the exuberant crowd.  The energy from the audience and his friends behind him surged through him as he sang the final lyrics to the song with every part of himself.  
     
    Even if I lock up my whole heart,  
    you pierce your way in like a dart,
    now your reign of power’s through,
    I’m not the one you’ll come home to,
     
    Did you hear, girl, what I said?
    No more damn thieves in my bed.
    Did you hear, girl, what I said?
    Get the fuck out of my bed!
     
    Logan slammed his hand down on the strings with the last line and yanked up the whammy bar, causing an amazing sound that everyone could feel inside their bodies, shaking their inner core, and physically humming through their veins.  The rest of the band was on their feet with the crowd, clapping for Logan, and whooping while fist pumping the air.  Logan had been so intently staring at his guitar, focusing on that last note. When he finally realized the crowd’s overwhelmingly positive reaction, he allowed himself a rare moment of pleasure to soak in the applause.  
    “Give it up for LOGAN CLAY!” Rock grabbed his microphone and screamed to the audience, elongating Logan’s