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seemed to love. Zach was a natural entertainer, always aware of his potential audience.
    â€œFor real?” Chad’s voice cracked with the question, his eyes wider than usual behind his black horn-rims.
    â€œCome see for yourself.” Zach headed back through the door he’d left standing open behind him.
    All heads turned toward Luke for approval.
    â€œGo on, take five,” he grudgingly acquiesced. “But shut the door,” he called as the three sprinted up the aisle, followed by the few volunteers who were painting a backdrop for the upcoming week of vacation Bible school.
    â€œJust what we needed,” Luke muttered, “a distraction right before our audition. It figures Miss Texas would parade a media circus through here when those guys really need to focus.”
    Even as he grumbled, Luke felt certain the Harvest Sons would get the nod to continue the impressive progress of the past two days. The council would be arriving any minute and the boys were eager to the point of being antsy. A brief diversion would probably do them good.
    Ken had given Luke a videotape of their amateurish Battle of the Bands performance. They’d open up with that video on the jumbo screens overhead and then hit the darkened stage with a filtered spot as the Sons launched into an up-tempo version of the same tune. The musical evidence of their improvement would speak volumes.
    Deciding to stick around had definitely been the right thing to do. These kids had special promise and Praise Productions was going to give them the recording that would launch them onto the professional music scene. But he couldn’t seem to get Claire’s comments from the night before out of his head. A sense of worry niggled at him over eventually leaving the Sons to fend for themselves.
    â€œHey, Luke,” Ken Allen called.
    Luke smiled, in an odd way relieved by the presence of the pastor, who felt more like a personal friend than a church leader.
    â€œOur middle schoolers hang out here on Mondaynights and I invited them to the show. Looks like you’re gonna have quite an audience, so I hope you don’t mind.”
    â€œFine by me.” Luke enjoyed the thought of a crowd to pump the guys up. “They’ll be more comfortable playing to a room full of kids than a dozen adults anyway.”
    â€œAnd you won’t be bothered by the film crew?” Pastor Ken scrunched his face in a silent appeal.
    Luke’s skin grew warm beneath his dark shirt and he fought the desire to shove the long sleeves up to his elbows. He’d managed to stay away from cameras since he’d been twenty-five. There were more than enough photos of him out there to last a lifetime.
    â€œI guess not,” he agreed, “as long as all the attention is on the band. If the Sons expect to be more than garage musicians they’ll have to get used to cameras.”
    â€œThanks, Luke. That’s what I figured you’d say.”
    Fifteen minutes later, Luke found himself in the middle of a school bus driver’s worst nightmare. The room was alive with obnoxious middle schoolers. Boys showed off for girls who wouldn’t give them a second glance. Voices competed for attention and the rubber tips of folding chairs screeched against the wooden floor as kids jockeyed for the front-row seats. The adults kept a safe distance, forming a tight huddle near the middle of the room.
    Truth be told, the environment was perfect to preview the band’s new sound. If the Sons could capture this rowdy group’s attention, the adults would follow like lost sheep. Luke caught the pastor’s eye and gave a wave of approval. The two men exchanged nods, as if sharing the same thought.
    The room went black as video flickered to life on the two oversized screens. The kids continued to chatter, their notice divided between the music overhead and the band moving into position behind their instruments on the darkened stage.
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