Reunited in Wishcliffe

lly unrecognisable when you put on a baseball cap. Jon, your face has been plastered all over billboards, magazines and the internet for the last two years, and thats still not the most recognisable thing about you. ” When he looked at her in confusion, she explained. ”Your voice. As soon as you start singing, anyone who likes your music is going to know exactly who you are. ”

He hadn thought of that. ”Is that going to be a problem? ”

”Lets find out, ” Lucy said, with a shrug.

Jon had played enough sold-out stadiums recently that standing on a temporary stage in front of a few hundred—okay, maybe thousand—locals really shouldn be a big deal. This was his happy place; performing had always come more naturally to him than recording. Repeating the same phrases over and over again until every nuance was perfect bored him to tears. Give him the adrenaline of playing in front of a crowd any day. For him, the energy and vibrancy the audience added to the music outweighed any imperfections in the performance.

But he was used to standing up there knowing that the people watching already loved him. Theyd bought tickets. And he was used to playing after intense rehearsals, with a whole team behind the scenes to keep things going seamlessly.

Tonight, it was just Lucy, him and the guys. And, for all his bravado to Lucy, he hadn picked up a guitar in weeks.

”Ready? ” Lucy asked.

Jon swallowed. ”Ready. ”