Too bad the other part wasn’t even going to be on the same continent after tonight. Could he really say good-bye?
Did he actually have a choice?
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Though he didn’t usually pay too much attention to the audience during the shows, tonight, David couldn’t keep from scanning the crowd, wondering which shadowed face was Vince’s, wishing he wasn’t blinded by the lights. No more Thunderbird after this. No more Vegas. He was moving on, taking a giant leap into an unknown, and this time, he wasn’t even going to have Kate as a backup.
It would have been nice to be able to read Vince’s take on the matter. Without spotting him during the last set, though, David had to settle for finding out during the time they said good-bye.