Yawning, I say, “Guys, I’m going to head back to the hotel. My ribs may have healed, but my stamina hasn’t fully returned. Performing, both on and off the stage, has taken a toll on me. My usual lead guitarist’s girlfriend had a baby two months ago, so he had to skip this tour, but Zed has assimilated into our little touring company well.Īfter a couple of drinks, my body starts to complain about all the exertions I’ve put it through today. Zed’s shoulder-length black hair and Jeffrey’s fire engine red curly mop catch my attention. Sometime later, I enter the VIP section of a nearby club. Both of us know what can happen when a fan gets twisted.Īt least my Aussie fans have a cool accent. Jared stands on the sidelines, ready to intervene if it’s needed. It’s been months since my last meet-and-greet, but it’s amazing how quickly I fall back into my old routine. After the DJ introduces me, I start signing autographs and snapping photos. Shortly, an Aussie DJ comes out and ushers me inside.
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