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body. He got up and poured
another cup, this time skipping the extra stuff. He sat back down and looked
out the window.
He thought of Becky.
He closed his eyes.
Shit , he thought.
“I hope you guys aren’t looking to
relax too long in LA,” Peter said.
That caught Chris’s attention.
Peter was all smiles as he began to
play with a diamond ring on his right pinkie.
“The tour numbers have been great
guys,” Peter said. “The seats are filled every night. But we’re thinking of
trying something else now.”
“Something else?” Johnnie asked.
As the assumed leader of the band,
Johnnie stood and moved closer to Peter. The rest of the band just waited.
Chris kept thinking about Becky. Wondering where she was. What she was doing.
He hoped she wasn’t going to do something dumb like try to sell his guitar.
There was no proof it was a guitar from Chasing Cross but even still, the
guitar alone was worth a couple thousand dollars.
“You guys get back to LA and relax
for a week or two,” Peter said. “Unwind. If you want to go anywhere, pick it
and I’ll fly you there and back. With security. With eyes so I can watch you.”
“I like this,” Rick said.
“We’re going to launch the album in
LA with a bunch of shows at all the small clubs and venues. A kind of tribute
to where you guys came from.”
Johnnie nodded. His eyes lit up.
Chris smiled. He loved seeing the other guys get so excited about music. That’s
what made the band work and it’s what gave Chris the hope that it would
continue for years.
“Then we’re hitting the road again,
boys,” Peter said. “We’re trading this bus for a bigger one. And we’re trading
the stages for bigger ones too. You guys are going to be headlining your own
national and international arena tour. No more ten thousand seaters... we’re
talking twenty thousand or more, minimum. This album is going to keep you at
the top. We’re going after it this time. The record company is putting serious
money behind this too. That means tons of interviews, photo shoots, the whole
works. Radio interviews. TV interviews. Local markets. National markets.
Autograph sessions. Backstage passes.”
“This is real now,” Johnnie said.
Peter snapped his fingers. “Yes!
It’s real, Johnnie. And Chris. Danny. Davey. Rick. This is real. You guys are
big right now. But after this tour, especially when we go overseas, you guys
are going to be huge. This is your chance to put your stamp on rock n’ roll
forever. Do this tour the right way and you’ll be set for life.”
Johnnie looked back at Chris. Chris
smiled and lifted his mug.
“I love it,” Chris said.
Johnnie nodded. He looked at Danny,
Davey, and Rick. All three basically said the same thing.
They were all in.
Chasing Cross, ready to take the
country and world by storm.
“The only thing,” Peter said,
putting a hand up. “You’re going to need another album within eight months.”
“Eight months?” Rick asked.
“We haven’t really written,”
Johnnie said. “I mean... on the road...”
“The bus will be bigger for this
tour,” Peter said. “You guys can write on the road. Write in hotel rooms -
which by the way will be first class hotels now. Write on the plane. You guys
are flying private now. You’ll have plenty of space and free time to get
something done.”
Chris didn’t like the idea of a forced album, but as
long as the band was writing it together without outside input, like Peter
standing over them telling them how bad it sounded and how they should go back
to what they’d done before, he knew they could pull anything off. Plus, writing
on the road sounded kind of fun.
“That’s the news for the day,”
Peter said. “We’ve got to get these wheels spinning to get to Reno on time. You
guys take the stage at ten when we get there. I think we’re stopping somewhere in
Arizona to give Richie a rest for a few hours. Right now for Reno, you’re
officially sold out. A little over ten
another cup, this time skipping the extra stuff. He sat back down and looked
out the window.
He thought of Becky.
He closed his eyes.
Shit , he thought.
“I hope you guys aren’t looking to
relax too long in LA,” Peter said.
That caught Chris’s attention.
Peter was all smiles as he began to
play with a diamond ring on his right pinkie.
“The tour numbers have been great
guys,” Peter said. “The seats are filled every night. But we’re thinking of
trying something else now.”
“Something else?” Johnnie asked.
As the assumed leader of the band,
Johnnie stood and moved closer to Peter. The rest of the band just waited.
Chris kept thinking about Becky. Wondering where she was. What she was doing.
He hoped she wasn’t going to do something dumb like try to sell his guitar.
There was no proof it was a guitar from Chasing Cross but even still, the
guitar alone was worth a couple thousand dollars.
“You guys get back to LA and relax
for a week or two,” Peter said. “Unwind. If you want to go anywhere, pick it
and I’ll fly you there and back. With security. With eyes so I can watch you.”
“I like this,” Rick said.
“We’re going to launch the album in
LA with a bunch of shows at all the small clubs and venues. A kind of tribute
to where you guys came from.”
Johnnie nodded. His eyes lit up.
Chris smiled. He loved seeing the other guys get so excited about music. That’s
what made the band work and it’s what gave Chris the hope that it would
continue for years.
“Then we’re hitting the road again,
boys,” Peter said. “We’re trading this bus for a bigger one. And we’re trading
the stages for bigger ones too. You guys are going to be headlining your own
national and international arena tour. No more ten thousand seaters... we’re
talking twenty thousand or more, minimum. This album is going to keep you at
the top. We’re going after it this time. The record company is putting serious
money behind this too. That means tons of interviews, photo shoots, the whole
works. Radio interviews. TV interviews. Local markets. National markets.
Autograph sessions. Backstage passes.”
“This is real now,” Johnnie said.
Peter snapped his fingers. “Yes!
It’s real, Johnnie. And Chris. Danny. Davey. Rick. This is real. You guys are
big right now. But after this tour, especially when we go overseas, you guys
are going to be huge. This is your chance to put your stamp on rock n’ roll
forever. Do this tour the right way and you’ll be set for life.”
Johnnie looked back at Chris. Chris
smiled and lifted his mug.
“I love it,” Chris said.
Johnnie nodded. He looked at Danny,
Davey, and Rick. All three basically said the same thing.
They were all in.
Chasing Cross, ready to take the
country and world by storm.
“The only thing,” Peter said,
putting a hand up. “You’re going to need another album within eight months.”
“Eight months?” Rick asked.
“We haven’t really written,”
Johnnie said. “I mean... on the road...”
“The bus will be bigger for this
tour,” Peter said. “You guys can write on the road. Write in hotel rooms -
which by the way will be first class hotels now. Write on the plane. You guys
are flying private now. You’ll have plenty of space and free time to get
something done.”
Chris didn’t like the idea of a forced album, but as
long as the band was writing it together without outside input, like Peter
standing over them telling them how bad it sounded and how they should go back
to what they’d done before, he knew they could pull anything off. Plus, writing
on the road sounded kind of fun.
“That’s the news for the day,”
Peter said. “We’ve got to get these wheels spinning to get to Reno on time. You
guys take the stage at ten when we get there. I think we’re stopping somewhere in
Arizona to give Richie a rest for a few hours. Right now for Reno, you’re
officially sold out. A little over ten
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