He wondered what the women who hung around to flirt after his shows might think if they could see him now. The rugged appearance he wore on stage took more to attain than most realized. If it were as simple as pulling on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and going out to sing, life would be easy. But it wasn’t. In fact it was stressful and tiresome and sometimes he wondered why he wanted to do it in the first place. The circles underneath his eyes were evidence of that. They were usually masked by all the lighting on stage, but in Roy’s well-lit bathroom they boldly stood out. Life on the road was taking its toll on him—and not in a good way. With half of another day already wasted by his continuing the never-ending chase for a good night’s sleep, he hopped in the shower, hoping to summon up some motivation to take advantage of the rest of the day. The hot water felt good against his tense shoulders, but it did little for the slight throb in his head. Then again, it seemed he always had a headache lately.
