Her body ached from holding dance pose after dance pose. Seth had run rehearsal today as a sadistic drill sergeant. Six hours with one fifteen-minute break.She’d been so tempted to hobble home, soak her feet in Epsom salt and crawl in bed.But when she’d turned on the radio in her car, the station was promoting the benefit concert. Then they played a couple of Sapa songs. And holy shit, it wasn’t at all what she’d expected. She figured Sapa’s musical style would be a cross between folk and instrumental, like those pan-flute playing South American Indians who annoyed the piss out of everyone at local fairs and festivals, with a few drums thrown in to call it hard rock.Not so. Sapa rocked it hard, musically a mix of Godsmack, Evanescence and Alice in Chains. A primal tribal drum line alongside a chunky bass, and screaming electric guitars. The vocals alternated between male and female leads. Melodic one song, discordant the next, and punctuated with screamo sections any heavy metal fan could dig.So there was no way she was missing it.At her small cabin, she let the hot water soothe her sore muscles.
