Chapter: 191

As Zeke reached out to his band, Norah and Joanna approached the club's performance manager.

After hearing Norah's request, the manager shook his head, saying, “I'm afraid I can't do it. Mr. Morris didn't come today. The acts on stage are all set. Without his order, we can't change it."

Norah presented the VIP access Spencer gave her, swiftly gaining the manager's cooperation.

“With this VIP access, consider it done. Just one song?" the manager asked.

"Yes."

“Alright. Let me know the timing, and I'll set it up."

Joanna, trailing Norah, commented, "That VIP access opens doors. You're free to do whatever you like here. There's no need to shell out any cash. It's such a sweet gift from Spencer."

When they returned to their seats, they spotted three youngsters sitting beside Zeke, two men and one woman.

Seeing Norah and Joanna return, Zeke got up and introduced, "Miss Wilson, meet our lead singer Phoebe, Merlin on bass, and Rodger on drums. Guys, this is Miss Wilson."

Zeke kept Norah's identity as Starbeam a secret from his bandmates.

Zeke's three band members weren't drop-dead gorgeous. Phoebe was tall and slender, decked out in leather attire.

The three were visibly thrilled. For them, playing at Glamour Club had been a dream since they established the band.

“We're ready to hit the stage, but we didn't bring all our instruments. Just got a guitar for Zeke," Rodger said, scratching his head.

Merlin confirmed with a nod and said, "Yeah, biggie problem."

"Don't worry. I've got it covered." Norah had everything set up and led the four to the instrument room backstage at the Glamour Club, where they could pick out whatever instruments they wanted.

Soon, they were informed it was time to take the stage.

Norah smiled encouragingly and said, “I can't wait to see what you've got."

The group exchanged determined glances, proclaiming, “We've got this!"

Joanna escorted Norah to a prime viewing spot on the second floor to enjoy the show.

Meanwhile, Emerson and his band were puzzled by their premature stage exit, as they were scheduled to play until midnight, yet it was only nine. The sudden change left them questioning.

At the backstage, Emerson's expression turned grim. He turned to the manager and questioned, “What's going on here?”

“It's just a brief intermission," the manager explained. "You'll be back on after this band's single performance."

Coyle interjected, "We've never had a break like this before. What's the reason?"

“The truth is, a VIP guest requested a special performance by a band for one song."