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off and no plans. That’s what Baby said. She said you had no plans, so you could come on the tour with us.”
    “So?”
    “So, why isn’t some rich, handsome physicist taking you to Cabo?”
    I stared at him.
    “He does this shit all the time,” Bell said. “In three years of knowing him, he must have tried this on you, too.”
    “Oh, I have,” Sam said. “But Lisa never gives anything up, in words anyway. She’s like a lock box.”
    In words anyway? I scrunched up my brow.
    “So, that’s why I was thinking,” Sam continued, “that you and I should go get a drink after the show.”
    “Forget it, kid,” I said. “My secrets are staying mine.”
    Bell laughed.
    “Hmmmm,” was Sam’s only response.
    Just then, thank God, Hank came over. I never thought I’d be happy to see him. But at least his appearance put an end to this stupid conversation.
    “Hey, sweetheart,” Hank said, walking up to Bell and putting an arm around her waist.
    “Hi,” she breathed.
    “You getting my girl drunk, Sam?” Hank asked.
    “Trying.”
    Hank kissed her, for a long time. “Hmmm. Lemony.”
    “More later,” she said.
    Hank and his band bounded on stage, and I saw a show so very different from Sean’s that it was hard to reconcile. Whereas Sean seemed possessed when the lights hit him, like another person was literally taking control of his body, Hank was like a brilliant engineer. Everything he did, from the smallest movement, to the way he started or ended a song, was carefully crafted to get the maximum possible reaction from the crowd.
    Sean appeared near the end of the set and stood beside Sam, arms folded across his chest, deep look of concentration on his face. When Hank’s last song ended, he came off stage, but his band stayed, holding their positions in the dark.
    “See how he does that?” Sean said to Sam. “It’s brilliant.”
    Hank gave Bell another kiss and walked over to Sean. “Quit talking about me and get on stage.”
    Sean followed him. And this, this was the very best of yin and yang. They played four songs, two of Hank’s songs, and two of Sean’s. They ended the whole thing with Baby’s song. While the acoustic version would always be in my heart – this version, with the two of them playing off one another, trading places in the song as simply and easily as if it were second nature – became my very favorite piece of music on the planet.
    “So, what did you think?” Sam asked me, the minute Sean and Hank stopped singing.
    They were still on stage waving goodbye and I kept my eyes on Sean while I answered him. “It was fun,” I said casually.
    It was transcendent, was what it was.
    Hank, Sean, and Hank’s band members formed a little clutch for a minute, then they broke up and the band members streamed away. Hank and Sean approached us, side by side. They were both sweaty and out of breath. Hank was shirtless, having thrown his into the crowd near the end of his set. Sean was still wearing his stark black t-shirt. Baby had told me that Sean’s chest was just for her, and that was the way she liked it.
    “Okay, I’m done,” Sean said. “I gotta get some sleep. Let’s get our stuff and go.”
    “I got your bag right here,” Mike said. “This is San Francisco. Too dangerous to go wandering around.”
    “Shit, that’s right. Let’s get out of here. Lisa, you good?”
    I nodded. “I left everything at the hotel.”
    We all started walking down the hallway. Hank stopped in front of his green room. “Bell and I have to get our stuff.”
    Sean threw an arm around Bell. “You get it. Bell’s coming with us.”
    “What the fuck?”
    “I don’t have time for any hanky-panky, man. Catch up.”
    Bell laughed and walked with Sean down the hall while Hank ducked into his room. We were out the back door and headed toward the bus when Hank caught up to us, two bags in his arms.
    I asked, “What’s the deal with San Francisco that requires a quick getaway?”
    “Shanna,” Hank