Temperance's POV
"Are you ready to go on?" My husband asked as he kissed my cheek. Jeff wrapped his arm around my waist as we were readying to walk out of our dressing room.
It was the last show of the tour we had been on for almost a whole year. We have skyrocketed in fame as famous as a death metal band can get in the last five years. We still wore masks on stage, but people recognized our faces off stage too. Well, not our real faces. We used the enchanted charms to disguise our identities except for Carlos, our new drummer. He replaced Gilbert and is human but is aware of the supernatural.
"I am so ready, baby," I kissed Jeff on the lips. Our five-year-old daughter Raven sat on the couch with a tablet in her hands. A roadie named Floyd watched her while we were on stage. I kneeled
