In the end, we didn't win the competition.
The woman who beat us, was a spanish singer song writer that looked like gatos con botas:
There was no way we could compete with her. Not because of her musical talent, but because she was wearing leather pants and a feathered hat.
Whatevs. It was a really fun time and I have never played a show where I was jumping and rocking out so hard.
This is my lil song of the morning. Enjoy.
I belong with you you belong with me you're my sweet heart