“Slow down.” Jared placed his hands on my elbows, holding me steady. “Are you sure she took them?”

“She was the only one in the bathroom with me, and I had them when I went in, and I’ve looked everywhere but they’re gone.” I closed my eyes to stop the hallway spinning around me. I couldn’t deal with this right now, not when we were about to go on stage. Not when my friends were in the audience, ready to cheer me on. Not when our entire future rode on how we did tonight. “I’m going to kill that sparkly cowgirl.”

“We’ll tell the producers and they’ll deal with her. For now, do you have another set of glasses or contacts you can use?”

“Back at the hotel, but we don’t have time to get them.”

“How bad is it without your glasses?”

“Um, bad. I can barely see anything.” I covered my face with my hands, trying not to cry. I didn’t need my eyeliner to be even more of a mess than it was. “This is a disaster.”

He pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head. “It’s not that bad. You don’t even need to see to play the guitar. You could do it blindfolded. And maybe it’ll be better if you don’t walk around the stage. Less chance of falling off, right?”

“Very funny.” But his calm demeanor was helping a little, and his words made me think. He was right; I didn’t need to see. Maybe I could play the guitar blindfolded. “I have an idea.”

When our stage turned, I was already standing in place, my guitar hanging from my shoulder, my pick clutched in my fingers. I couldn’t see anything—not the rest of the band, not the audience, not even my guitar or the mic right in front of me. All I could make out were the lights shining on us, tinted red from the strip of fabric across my eyes. Hector had a matching one across his mouth, Kyle had one covering his ears, and to make our group complete, Jared had one tied around his neck. The red was a sharp contrast to our white outfits, and hopefully got across the Hear No Evil, See No Evil, Speak No Evil message we were going for.

The audience cheered as we rotated in front of them, and my nerves kicked up to high alert at all the sounds without the visuals to accompany them. As Kyle began, I thought my skin might jump right off me, and I prayed I could pull this off. What if I was wrong and I couldn’t actually play blindfolded? In theory it didn’t seem too hard, but I’d never actually tried before. I was doing it for the first time in front of a huge crowd, plus everyone watching live on TV.