I dig back into the pictures and pull out another handful, excited for my next journey down Memory Lane. On top of the stack, I find myself staring into familiar green eyes sparkling with excitement and wonder, a young woman ready to embark on an expedition of the unknown. Flipping through a few more, there are shots of me and Mase, the entire band, me and Sophie, and a few of all six of us together. We’re all standing next to the tour bus—which we later nicknamed Cerrano—the day I left to go on tour with Jobu’s Rum. After the band returned from their first tour, they all moved back to Houston to record their second album, claiming they no longer needed to be in Austin since they’d been discovered. I always wondered how much Mason had to do with the decision, but I never asked. We began to date, taking things as slowly as possible, which is easier said than done once you’ve already lived and been intimate with said person. However, I was afraid if we jumped back in at full throttle, we’d ultimately have the same ending as before.
