Taking care of somebody, she’s Audie’s, Lynie’s, her mom’s…

That’s her heart.

That’s her soul.

We didn’t know it then, but she has to be stuck in, up to her neck, doing something she cares deeply about for someone she cares deeply about.

Yeah, we didn’t know it then.

[Quieter] But we know it now.

I guess everyone knows that now.

Once, once, a roadie pulls out some smack and suggests it to Dave.

And Dave was Dave.

He’d try anything.

Preacher is off talking to some magazine, but Lyla sees that shit and she’s on getting Tommy there so fast, the world stopped spinning.

That roadie was gone, and after that, I don’t know, but it could be Tom had everyone who came anywhere near us frisked so no heroin would get close to the band.

[Chuckles]

Now, Lyla also did her first toots of coke from Dave’s spoon when Preacher was somewhere else, and we’ll just say, when Preach found out, he was not a happy man.

But we were all frosted half the time, including Preacher, so as much as it sucks to say, that was probably inevitable.

Still…

[Taps fingers restlessly on armchair]

I think, as long as he could, Preach tried to stay true to what he promised Audie, taking care of her, looking out for her.

Holding on, in the end, by his fingernails.

And then he let go.

Worse, she did too.

But by then, she really had no choice.

We get off that tour and we’re beat, but we gotta get into the studio.

So, we do, and I remember us all sitting around Lyla and Preacher’s living room, shuffling through bits of paper that have lyrics or music written on them, trying to pick which ones we’re going to put on the next album.

Lyla’s on the phone with Amber talking about how a gig she got working with a youth center went bust because she was found out and some reporters and paparazzi were sniffing around, and that very day, she had to quit.

And she says, “I like yesterday better than today. But I can’t wait for tomorrow.”

And that’s just Lyla.

Her mom dies and within a few years her grandparents are dead.

She’s deep in love with a man she barely sees.

She’s twenty-five years old and the degree she earned is useless, her career is up in smoke, but her boyfriend and his band are nominated for more awards, they’re rich, they’re famous and she is too, for doing nothing but being Lyla.

And she can’t wait for tomorrow and she’s not full of shit with that.

That’s her.

And she’s Lyla.

[Flips out hand]

An album is born.

[Off tape]