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of hysterics drew my eyes toward him. Curled tightly in a ball, he rolled on the ground, howling. Between breaths of air, he spoke. “You should see your face! Oh my god! You totally want to kill me.”
    “Can you blame me?”
    I zipped up my suitcase and walked into my bedroom, leaving Ash to stumble after me. “Hey man, I’m sorry, but the macho chest-thumping side of you is funny.”
    I was glad he found the humor in it, because I didn’t. With my ex-wife, possessiveness didn’t enter my vocabulary. She used to throw herself at guys to get a rise out of me, as if me beating up some dude would prove I cared for her.
    I turned and met a grinning Ash. “It’s a real hoot. Do you want to watch a movie?”
    “Are you asking me out on a date?” I shook my head and he smiled. “I’m done with jokes, swear. I heard that new action movie with Vin Diesel is a thrill a minute.”
    “Sounds awful. How ‘bout a comedy with Will Ferrell?”
    “Sure.”
    As we entered my open living room/kitchen, Ash searched the upper cabinets for snacks. “Are you on a new diet? You hardly have any food in here.”
    “I forgot to go to the supermarket.”
    Shoving aside cans, he shrieked. Either he had found a mouse or some substance to cure the munchies—hopefully the latter; I couldn’t deal with a vermin infestation before leaving.
    “Do you have any cheese?” Ash dumped a bag of tortilla chips onto a baking sheet. “Sour cream, guacamole?”
    “All of the above.”
    After popping the nachos into the oven, we spread out on the roomy couch and turned on the latest Will Ferrell movie, Get Hard .
     

     
    A BLARING FOGHORN WOKE ME up the next morning. My hand blindly reached for the source of the noise, knocking my cellphone to the ground. I yanked a pillow over my head and shut my eyes again. No one should be forced to wake before the sun rises. Footsteps padded into my bedroom, the wailing stopped, and I settled deeper into my mattress.
    Bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss. Actually, if a naked Melody were curled up next to me, that would be pure unadulterated bliss. Sleep came in at a close second.
    The world shook with a mighty force as someone yelled, “EARTHQUAKE!”
    As I scrambled to an upright position, my heart thumped wildly in my chest. I threw back the covers and ran butt-ass naked to the doorway where my spine pressed against the wood. Laughter infiltrated my hazy mind. Looking around the room, my gaze locked onto Ash, who stood on top of my bed.
    “You fucking asshole,” I growled.
    “I have strict instructions to get you to the tour bus five minutes till 7, by any means necessary.”
    “What time is it now?”
    “Six thirty.”
    Grumbling, I shoved my legs through a pair of basketball shorts. “My guest room is off limits to you from here on out.”
    “Fine with me. Your pillows are like lumps of coal.”
    I slammed the bathroom door shut and then yanked it back open. Ash predicated what I would ask before my mouth opened. His feet landed gracefully on the floor as he jumped off my mattress. “Coffee is in the kitchen, as are donuts.”
    “Thanks man.”
    “Any time.”
    With a bucket of caffeine and sugar in my bloodstream, Ash managed to fulfill his promise and got me to the hotel on time. My bandmates were huddled near the tour bus.
    Luke raised his mug in greeting. “Morning.”
    “It’s too early to be morning.”
    “Dude, this is nothing. I have been awake since two in the morning. Nil contracted a wicked case of food poisoning and the twins have been wailing in misery with her.”
    “You sure you don’t want to go with us?”
    “Marlene would have my balls.”
    Laughing, I slapped him good-naturedly on the back. “Hang in there.”
    Noah waved me over. “Hey Sean! Help me load the gear.”
    The downside to working with an independent startup-label was you had to act as a roadie and a musician. Also, the digs weren’t nearly as luxurious. Compared to our last one, this bus looked like the