Boy next door, Seth Peterson, kicks the hotel door shut with the heel of one leather shoe. The sun is already rising over the southern Spanish coast, casting a warm gold shimmer across the room. He pauses at the window, sweeps the hair out of his eyes, and lets the sea breeze cool the heat still lingering on his skin.

Grant Ducati has done plenty of gigs, but something about this one feels different. Maybe it's the luxury oceanfront apartment. Perhaps it's the sand colored plaid suit waiting in his garment bag, tailored to turn heads. Or maybe it's just that tonight, he's the main attraction.