After their set, Chilliwack walked off stage energized by the incredible Parkland crowd. Bill Henderson turned to me and said, “Give us five minutes and we’ll come back to sign autographs.”

Five or ten minutes passed, so I headed into the green room to check in.

As I approached, I could hear harmonies—beautiful. I stepped inside to find the entire band standing in a circle, arms around each other, laughing and singing.

“Remember this one?” someone said, followed by more laughter—and then the singing started again.

I stood there for a moment, taking it in. It was one of those rare glimpses behind the scenes—a band that had been together for decades, still genuinely enjoying each other’s company.

It took another ten minutes to gently convince them to head back out and sign autographs.

And honestly, it was worth the wait.