The man blinked, afraid for a second that the big guy behind the fancy blond was about to throw one ham-sized fist at the back of sleek head for squeezing in in front of him like that, and hurriedly snatched the pass and waved him inside.
Under the tent there wasn't much to show. A stage, no seating. The crowd filed in, forcing Tom forward to make room. Whether he wanted it or not, he'd be up against the stage.
Finishing up outside, Jazz circled around, coming into the tent from the backside, listening for a moment to the jostling beyond the stage while she schooled her expression into something sultry and encouraging before moving up onto the stage.