“You guys are nuts.” The Skeptic was in rare form as the four men studied the petite singer flitting around on the dim stage.

“I mean, sure she’s cute, but in a small-town high school cheerleader sort of way. No way is she this smoking’ hot sex object you guys keep raving about. But…”

The Skeptic stopped as the singer approached the microphone stand. Waited for A bright spotlight to shine on her, then broke into the group’s only hit. “You and I travel to…”

The Skeptic, now slack jawed at the transformation could only mutter. “You guys were right.”