Ryan had apparently left a lot of the tour preparation to the last minute, and with only a weekend between us and the chartered flight that would carry the band to Europe, I was slammed. In some ways it was a blessing. I didn’t have time for second thoughts or doubts. Aside from sleeping, eating and one short conversation with my father, I worked around the clock. There were venues, hotels, restaurants, equipment rental places and a dozen other companies to confirm arrangements with. Luggage organization and schedules to finalize. Not to mention a ton of last minute travel planning when we found out the record label was only providing the plane for the trans-Atlantic part of the trip. Getting to the cities on the tour we couldn’t drive to was apparently up to us. A fact my new boss hard forgotten until I checked. That little oversight almost made me lose it, but I’ve always worked best under pressure and this was no exception. The work itself was simple, keeping a lot of balls in the air at once and triple-checking everything.
