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night while he was still mad at me…well then, I
might have had something to worry about. For right then, I wasn’t going to
worry.

 
    CHAPTER
NINE
    TRISTAN
    I got word that our concert was cancelled early the
next morning. There were thunderstorms going on and predicted throughout the
rest of the day. Fucking Tony was probably spinning. Good, I hated that little
fucker. He was such a sniveling little kiss ass and he acted as if he and I
were best friends every time I saw him. The condescending little bastard was
always asking me how I was doing. I knew he didn’t give a shit about me, he was
just trying to get some information he could take back and kiss Clint and
Jake’s asses with.
    I wasn’t overly disappointed about the concert being
cancelled. I had been looking forward to my song. We were supposed to be doing
our 90’s solo’s and I was going to sing a song called Angels by Robbie Williams. I’ve said it before, I’m not a religious
guy, but there was something about that song that always made me hope I had an
angel looking out for me.
    My life sucked for those past eight years or so. I
came close, but I think I can honestly say that I didn’t let it break me.
That’s what the song meant to me. Something to be proud of, I guess.
    A day lying around in bed wasn’t something to be
sneezed at, and a day lying in a big, comfy bed where they were delivering food
and whatever else you needed to your door was awesome. I never minded the time
on stage, but the shit that led up to it took all day. I got up a few times
throughout the day when they brought me breakfast and lunch, but otherwise I lay
in bed, caught up on my sleep, and watched TV. I got a text from Elly about
three. She said they were in meetings all day but she wanted to know if I
wanted to see her tonight.
    Why
are you horny again? I texted her back…just joking around.
    Maybe . Can’t I just miss you too though?
      I thought about that
for a second. I’d never had a girlfriend, just fuck-friends. Sober, I’m not
that interesting. I know women find me attractive and I know I’m good in
bed…and I kick ass on stage. Beyond that, I was not sure what she thought I had
to offer. I texted back:
    I
was just kidding. Come over when you can.
    I’ll
be there at seven .
    I continued to lie in bed, fantasizing about what I
was going to do when I finally had the million dollars in my hand. The first
thing I knew I needed to do was pay off all the bills I’d racked up the past
couple of years. If you put my name into a credit program right then, the
computer probably would have smoked and alarmed. I also need a car. I didn’t
need anything fancy; I was mostly happy with my bike. But it wasn’t always the
most convenient means of transportation if you considered the weather and if
you had anything more than a duffel bag to carry.   I wanted to pay Elly back and probably get my
own place. Or maybe our own place; I’d have to think about that one. Fuck!
While I had all of this time, I should have been working on the songs those
mother-fuckers were insisting on before they’ll pay me the money I already won
fair and square.
      I pulled my
lazy ass up and got out my notebook and my guitar. I worked on that until about
six o’clock. I was getting really into it after a while and by the time I had
to stop; I had a good head start on it. I didn’t want to be all funky when Elly
got there though, so I finally got in the shower. I took a long, hot one. I
started thinking about her and how she was the other night; I almost got myself
off but I decided to save it for her. I stepped out and was drying off when
there was a knock on the door.
    I started to answer it naked, thinking Elly was
early. She would think it was funny. But, I decided it would be just my luck
that it was Tony or better yet, Jake or one of his minions.
    “Coming!” I yelled before grabbing a towel and
wrapping it around my waist. I was really glad I did when I pulled open the
door and