God is in my heart, Lance tells himself as he clutches the silver cross around his neck. God is in the hearts of Chris and Joey and Justin and JC.

God is in my shoes and God is in the stage. God is in the rigger's hands, in the security guard's eyes, in Lou's bank account.

God is in the screams of the fans and in their lustful gazes, in tongues that peek out to lick their lips. God is in the kisses that are blown and the breasts that are flashed.

He has to be. It's all I've got.