It made no sense because I’d had an early night the night before and had slept in that morning. Hell, the concert hadn’t even lasted that late. But for whatever reason, I was drained. I made my way backstage, stopping and talking with every radio show host that pulled me aside. I wanted nothing more than to go to my trailer and crash, but these guys helped make me what I was and there was no way in hell I was going to ignore them. It took me longer than I wanted, but almost an hour and a half after I walked off stage, I opened the door to the room where my band waited for me. I paused for a second, glancing around the room. Five years ago – hell, even just two years ago – this room would have been filled with laughter, loud music, and half-naked ladies. Okay, mostly naked women. Now, there was a peaceful quiet that greeted me. My friends were sprawled out, lounging around the room. Some were talking to each other, beer in their hands.
