The stage was alive with lights and the buzz of the crowd, but suddenly the guys—John, Mick, and Lindsey—had to step offstage for something urgent. Stevie and Christine were left alone under the spotlight, the hum of anticipation from the audience filling the air.
Stevie grinned at Christine. "Well, looks like it's just us two."
Christine laughed. "Guess we better keep things interesting, huh?"
Stevie nodded. "Alright, you start."
Christine leaned into the mic, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Okay, here's one — Why did the musician break up with his metronome?"
Stevie shrugged, playing along. "No idea, why?"
"Because it couldn't keep up with his rhythm," Christine teased, winking.
The crowd chuckled.
Stevie shot back with a sly smile, "That's cute, but what about this—Why did Christine bring John to the bedroom?"
Christine raised an eyebrow, waiting for the punchline.
"Because he knows how to handle a stick," Stevie said with a cheeky grin.
Christine laughed and said, "Oh, that's dirty!"
Before Stevie could respond, John suddenly stormed back onstage, pretending to smack Stevie across the face with a dramatic flourish.
Stevie stumbled back, clutching her cheek, playing it up perfectly.
The audience gasped.
John raised his hands quickly. "Hey! I didn't actually hit her! It was all pretend — we're actors, people!"
Stevie nodded exaggeratedly, rubbing her cheek. "He's right, folks. No harm done."
Just then, Mick, Lindsey, and the rest of the band returned, sliding onstage with grins.
Mick winked at the crowd. "We wouldn't leave our ladies alone for long."
Lindsey gave Stevie a playful shove. "Alright, let's finish this show!"
With the band reunited, the music kicked back in, the crowd cheering louder than ever as they powered through the rest of the set—full of energy, laughter, and that unmistakable band chemistry.
