Tee won’t tell me where she is or how she’s doing; nothing. I mean, come on, throw me a bone here. She claims she doesn’t know much, but I know how close those two are. I’ve been on tour for a few weeks, and I haven’t even touched a woman. Shocking, I know. Men like me should be all up in the groupie scene, but I can’t stop thinking about Lexi. She's taken off, and I don’t even know where to start looking for her. I feel like I've lost my muse.Tonight I’m going out with the rest of the band. because they think I need to have a little fun instead of moping around thinking about Lexi. I get dressed in my usual jeans and a black t-shirt. I spray on some Issey Miyake, my staple cologne, and I’m good to go.I hesitate as I pass Saxon’s door, and I cringe when I hear him singing The Script’s ‘Breakeven’ with his guitar, obviously to Lexi. That's some depressing shit right there. I knock a few times before he finally answers. “Hey, man, you coming out with us tonight?”
