Chapters (42)
- Fast Lane
- Table of Contents
- Dedication
- Encouragement
- Acknowledgments
- The Story
- THE 80s
- Nicky and Ricky
- Tommy Mancosa
- Lyla
- The Roadmasters
- Chicago
- The Cabin
- The Reunion
- Josh and Bobby
- Christmas
- DuShawn
- THE 90s
- The Blur
- Young and Beautiful
- The Tour
- Trelane
- The Fast Lane
- Bobby McGee
- Seattle
- Portland
- Los Angeles
- Aftermath
- THE AUGHTS
- The Bar
- Charity Gig
- The Boys
- China
- Jesse
- The CD
- THEN
- The Interim
- NOW
- The Family
- About the Author
- Books by Kristen Ashley
- Connect with Kristen Ashley
And I get the vibe Dave isn’t either.
That said, it mighta been harsh, but he wasn’t wrong.
But Leeanne tips it by flying totally off the handle, screeching at Tommy that he’s not important. He’s not in the band. He doesn’t get to make decisions like that. He can’t tell Tim what to do. Tim’s actually the star of the Roadmasters, everyone knows that, and it’s about time he gets his due, whatever she thinks that is.
And a bunch of other shit.
[Lifts one shoulder in a shrug]
Whatever.
One thing we had that was solid, we all knew none of us would be where we were without the rest of us.
And that includes Tom.
And you know what, maybe that especially includes Tommy.
So, that shit spews from her mouth, whatever hold she has on Tim disintegrates, and he says, “Pack your shit.”
In the end, security had to escort her out.
Tom stayed and sorted it while Tim went with Dave and me to go get something to eat.
But when we get back, they take off and I go right to Preacher and Lyla’s room.
Because, you see, now I’ve had a few days to think on things and I haven’t had the most pleasant afternoon.
[Laughs harshly]
And he took my band.
It’s his band.
We all get along and we all do our jobs and it’s okay for you to have your own thing when it’s working.
But when you got something good, something worth it, you take care of it.
In other words, when it’s not working, you get stuck in and sort shit out.
And it did not escape me, and just sayin’, it didn’t escape Shawn, Tim or Dave either, that in the last few days, we were all in different ways in the mix to take care of it.
And Preacher was not.
I knock.
Preach answers and says, “Not a good time, brother.”
“Shit is goin’ down with the band,” I reply. “And you need to engage.”
He says, “I got my own shit.”
And I say, “Well, that’s a problem, Preach. That’s a big fuckin’ problem.”
Preacher says, “It’s gonna be all right.”
So, I say, “The rest of the tour is clean and Leeanne’s gone, security had to escort her out, but that’s the least of our shit and you know it.”
I can tell by the look on his face when I mention the tour being clean he’s not down with that and when I said the word “security” he did not like that happened, he did not like that he didn’t know, and he hadn’t been there to see to Timmy.
But even with this, he just stands in his door, this big man blocking me out, and he’s not gonna let me in.