Some of it mind-numbingly boring, just as Becca had promised, but all of it productive. By the time I got off the phone with my bosses at HSTV I was yearning to head to the stadium to talk to the band. Even Rick's glares sounded like fun. Anything was better than sitting in a windowless room talking into a speakerphone. The doctor who came to my hotel room was miraculously quick and nice. She checked my vitals, wrote a prescription refill and gave me her business card after assuring me that I was, in fact, fine and cleared to work. With a promise to send that information to everyone who needed it, she left me alone. I took a few spare minutes to pack up my stuff, since we'd be leaving town right after the show. According to Becca's magic schedule, I was riding to the next city on one of the crew buses, which I didn't mind at all. Without Steven to trade off driving and navigation duty, I wasn't looking forward to hitting the road in the middle of the night in a state I'd never been to before.
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