They were inspired. Birgit did an inspired bass solo using her favorite slapping technique. Wes did an inspired drum solo, a difficult stunt to pull off. Sarah pulled her hair out of the pony tail, letting it spill over her shoulders and down her back. It got in her way when she was bending over crates, but not when she performed. She used it to great advantage during her solo, throwing her head back so that her hair spread out in the air behind her, a glowing brown fan. Everything went smoothly and the audience went wild.

But Diana was the star. She was still a little hoarse, but not hoarse enough to make her sound sick, only enough to make her sound sexy. At the first low note from that low voice, there was a surge in the crowd, a wave of enthusiasm that hit the stage, washed over the musicians and drew them out towards the crowd on its way back. Rick at the controls had never seen anything like it. Diana sang "Declaration of Independence," and the audience sang along. She sang her anti-blues, and the audience was still as death while she sang and frenzied when she was done. She hardly noticed the National News crew, so lost was she in the limelight, the temporary love of thousands. That is the true lure of performance, the appreciation and the applause. Diana was getting what she craved--including publicity on a national scale.