She was feeling something akin to elation for being with him for almost twenty-four hours consecutively. They’d made love again and again in her room, then spooned in bed until they fell asleep exhausted and happy. The rest of the band trickled in one by one, each looking more hung over than the last. They laughed and made bets on how bad the next to walk through the door would look. Kevin, as usual, was the last to show up, looking pale with blood-shot eyes. It was the night of their gig, so breakfast had to be extra hearty. “What’s the plan today?” Matt craned a gigantic piece of ham and cheese omelet to his mouth. “The bar opens at five, but we don’t go on until eight,” John said. “Awesome. I’m going back to bed.” Kevin ran his fingers through his hair and tilted his head lazily backwards. “I want to get there around six, though.” John gave Kevin a reprimanding glance. “I hope we can sell some CDs this time.” At the last gig, Kevin gave away more than half of the CDs the band had set aside to sell.
