Well, she heard that. But from her place on the stage, she couldn't quite see into the booth.

But she could see the booth.

Diana finished her song, playing to the rest of the crowd. The final note was lost under a barrage of catcalls and whistles. In the last ten years, Diana had learned a lot about herself. Among other things, she had attractive legs. Her sexuality had become an instrument, a tool as finely practiced and tuned as her voice.

And she had to admit, she liked the attention.

At the moment, however, she was far more interested in Stefan. And since it seemed the trap she'd baited with herself hadn't sprung, she stepped off the stage and made her way over to where she'd last seen him, waving off the attention of more than one admirer.