Sage

"Sage!?"

Sage was standing behind the band's equipment looking smug as she looked at me standing right before her awkwardly and naked, except for my guitar that I kept in front of my crotch. Dan yanked it right off of me. "Hey there little lady, thanks for inviting us over." He handed Sage the guitar, leaving me totally exposed "Be sure to get this somewhere safe so the birthday boy doesn't lose it."

"Will do, Mr. Daman." Sage winked.

"Hey! Give that back!" I made a move for the guitar but Dan grabbed me by the shoulders.

"Easy son, the little lady here is just making sure your gift is delivered safely to your place. You should be thanking her by the way. Ms. Bianchi here moved Heaven and Earth to get us to play for you."

"Please sir, call me Sage." She strummed my guitar strings in emphasis.

Dan smiled, "Then you best call me Dan little lady." Both sets of eyes turned to me. "Anything you want to say, Rorke?"

Placing my hands over my package I blushed and then grumbled, "Uh...thank you Sage...For all this..."

"Oh, it was all my pleasure. By the way, we might want to wait a bit before we leave stage. The girls from work are waiting to get a photo with our new rock star."

My eyes widened, "Oh hell no! I'm not sticking around here for that!" I dashed right for the back exit.

"Wait Rorke...!" Sage called out but I already leapt over the threshold before she could stop me.

That was a terrible mistake.