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except on stage. There had been some shows where the crowd was so
intense and the show was going so well that it pained him for it to end. However,
the buzzing in his ears, the sweat on his face, it just lingered.
    He felt the same right then because
of Becky.
    His heart still racing. His body
bringing back the sensual memories of Becky the night before. How she acted.
How she moved. The way her back arched. The sounds of her voice. The feel of
her nails. Her breath on his chest as she came, again and again...
    “You okay, brother?” Johnnie asked
as he stood a foot away from Chris.
    Chris collected himself and stood
up. “Yeah, dude. Tired.”
    “No sleep?”
    “Come on, what do you think?”
    “How the hell did you pull that
off?”
    “I’m the bassist from Chasing
Cross,” Chris said. “That’s all it takes sometimes.”
    “Bullshit!” Rick called out. “That
big dude was about to pound your face in.”
    “Yeah, that too,” Chris said.
    “So spill the story,” Danny said.
    Chris looked at Danny, the baby of
the band. A younger version of Johnnie with a wild streak in his eyes. He
enjoyed his guitar more than anything else, mostly brought on by the pain of
leaving someone behind in Virginia.
    “Why don’t you guys get off the bus
once in a while and have fun?” Chris asked.
    “We bring the fun right here,”
Davey said. “When we want it.”
    Chris’s nose picked up on the smell
of coffee. He found a mug and poured himself a much needed cup. He sat and
thought about the mornings that weren’t that long ago when they’d wake up and
start drinking again. Hell, those days were at the beginning of the current tour.
But since getting back into the studio and trying to finish the tour, things
had calmed a little.
    Only a little though.
    Rick twisted the top off a flask
and poured something in Chris’s coffee. The sting of the alcohol raced up
Chris’s nose.
    “Thanks, Rick,” Chris said.
    “No problem. We’re still rockstars.
Live it up. One day we’ll either be dead... or married...”
    “What’s the difference?” another
voice called out.
    It was Peter from front of the bus.
    Chris sipped his coffee and made a
face. He had momentarily forgotten about Rick’s mind numbing additive. He
licked his lips and took another sip. Then another.
    “I take it everyone survived last
night,” Peter said. “Although it seemed pretty quiet.”
    “Not for Chris,” Danny said and strummed
a chord on his guitar.
    “Well, whatever,” Peter said.
“We’re heading out in about five minutes. Off to Reno and Vegas. I’m not even
going to get into guys about Vegas.”
    Peter opened his eyes wide. He
looked at each member of Chasing Cross like an overprotective father and each
member of Chasing Cross smiled back at Peter. Peter cared, but in his own
special way. Financially, that’s what came first. If the band could play, they
could make money. And money made Peter very happy. He’d suffered his own personal
hell trying to get Chasing Cross to break big, including giving up a decent AR
career and a wife. Not that Peter ever seemed very happy when he was married.
    “I need everyone to stay alive in
Vegas and make it back to LA. I have some good news.”
    “Good news?” Johnnie asked.
    “They love the album,” Peter said.
    Rick jumped up from his seat and
grabbed Davey by the shoulders. Johnnie clapped and Chris and Danny bumped
fists. They knew the album was going to be huge, and the best part of it was
that Peter disagreed with the new direction of the band and the sound. They
argued over the song choices, the song titles, and even the cover.
    “They love it all,” Peter said. “So
I guess I’m here to beg for forgiveness.”
    “Holy shit,” Rick said. “Peter is
admitting he was wrong.”
    “Not wrong,” Peter said. “Mistaken.
But I always make my mistakes right.”
    “Is that so?” Johnnie asked.
    Chris drank the rest of his spiked
coffee, feeling the booze work its way through his