Then they unlocked the stripped version of “Haunted” to finish out our set, and the donations are still pouring in as we walk off stage. Felix claps both hands on my shoulders from behind on our way down the stairs, but Dev jumps on his back, so I duck from under them.

They and Colt are planning some epic night I have no intentions of joining. I need to shower, and after coming down off the high, I want to try for at least a few hours of sleep before our early morning flight back to Texas.

We stop for photos with the fans who won chances to be backstage and interact with the camera streaming online for extra behind-the-scenes shots.

We’re heading to our dressing room when someone shouts down the hallway. Sav Loveless comes bounding toward us, fucking beaming and ready for The Hometown Heartless to close out the show.

She slows once we turn around, walking the rest of the way. “I wanted to thank you again for helping last minute. You guys killed it.”

“The way your team put this together is incredible,” I tell her. “We should be thanking you for letting us be a part of it.”

“Like it was even a question given the year you’ve had.” She glances over her shoulder as a guy saunters up behind her. “Did you get ‘Haunted’?”

He nods to her, then at us.

“This is Levi,” she says. “He was on camera duty. I’ve wanted to hear an acoustic ‘Haunted’ since I saw the video of your Toronto show. I almost demanded it in my post. The song hits different—raw and moving. Mac Records should have been begging you for the unplugged version. Clearly, they’re idiots⁠—”

“Savannah.”

She flits her gaze toward Levi. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

His lips twitch, and she’s back to us.

“We wrote it to be acoustic,” Dev says, and Felix adds, “We wanted to release the original as a bonus track, but they shut it down, wanting to wait to maximize profits or some shit.”

Sav throws a look at Levi that screams, told you so. But I’m stuck on what she said before.

“You were the one who posted the video and tagged us? Not your team?”

She nods, a smirk forming. “And I’m going to post this performance with a middle finger emoji, tagging Mac.”

“She’s not,” Levi interjects.

Sav shrugs. “I should.”

I chuckle. “Won’t be mad if you do.”

She smiles like she really might, and out of all the rumors about Sav Loveless, one is definitely true. She’s a force.

“Savvy.”

She and Levi both half-turn to Torren King down the hall. The bassist raises his arms and drops them.

“I think they want you, rock star,” Levi says.