You know, if she wasn’t Lyla, I have no idea what would have gone down when that shit hit with Bobby.

But, you know, I think, after the tour, we would have probably gone our separate ways and maybe they woulda bitched, but…whatever.

But that shit hit with Bobby.

And the last thing Preacher wanted when he finally had her was to lose her by scaring the shit out of her by murdering a rock star.

So, Tom took care of it.

Add five years to Tom’s tenure in the business, he would have destroyed Bobby Sheridan.

With the power he had at the time, he and Preach had to settle for Tom taking Bobby down a few pegs.

Then, in the end, Bobby being Bobby, he did the rest.

Lyla:

[Off tape]

What was your take on Bobby Sheridan?

In the time I had with the band on that leg of the tour, before going back to school, he had several occasions to see me. And when he did, I was with Preacher.

So, what he did, I thought he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box.

But if I’m being honest, I’d already thought that.

It wasn’t about me. It was about Preacher.

He was jealous as hell of Preacher.

Bobby had heard about the early days, them brawling.

And obviously, he knew of The Breakfast Incident.

So, he thought Preacher had a short fuse.

And maybe he did.

But Preacher was onstage, playing with the band.

And I was offstage, watching him when Bobby made his pass.

I mean, I was maybe twenty feet from Preacher.

And he did it when Preacher glanced over at me.

I was Preacher’s, and Preacher was Tommy’s, so Tommy was there in a flash, in between me and Bobby, backing him off.

A security guard whisked me to their dressing room and stood guard.

And that was that.

I cannot say it felt nice having his hands on me when they were uninvited, and I’m not being unnecessarily mean when I tell you he had really bad breath.

He did.

But it felt like it was over before it even started.

Bobby thought Preacher would tear off his guitar and come after him.

He thought Preacher would leave his fans and the band and fuck it all up by walking off stage during a set to get in Bobby’s face.

The label would frown on that and the Roadmasters would be taken off the tour.

No way Preacher was going to do that.

Josh was one thing.

Bobby Sheridan was another.

They were going to handle him a different way.

And they did.

See?

Not the brightest bulb in the box.

Jesse:

It was all about Lyla.