“Take it,” Talon says, pointing to the master room. “No way, that’s your room. You need it more than I do.”He snorts. “Hardly, please, just take it.” “He won’t let you argue with him so you might as well get comfortable in there,” Kyle adds. “Fine,” I say sulkily. The room is huge, with its own bathroom nearly as big as the bedroom. There’s a wicked awesome bathtub tucked into one corner and the shower has two rain shower heads. A girl could get used to this. Once we’re all settled into our rooms, Talon orders a crap ton of room service for us to all share. We eat and then I set off to get ready for tonight’s show. Kyle comes knocking, asking if I want to come to the sound check and I’d love to, especially to watch Talon sing ‘Your Eyes’ again, but I’m not ready yet. The bitch about tonight’s outfit is that I need to be completely dry to put it on, or at least the pants. I’m wearing my favorite pants in the entire world tonight. My leather ones.