As we pull onto the freeway the events of the past three months filter through my mind. After the comeback concert, I drove Silas back to Forbes. I was well aware of the fact that I may be in some hot water there and they may not be at all happy to see me. Silas argued that we stay the night then go back in the morning but I just couldn’t relax and would not have enjoyed our time together despite the overwhelming success of the night.
Brand slunk away that night with his tail between his legs, but not before he leaked to the press about my marijuana conviction. How he got that information I have no idea. I was a minor, so those records were supposed to be sealed. He of course thought that information finding the light of day would ruin my career as a paramedic. But nobody showed even the slightest he played his trump card. He told everyone how I had hacked his Gmail account and impersonated him when I wrote the retraction. That really worried me for a bit. I really did do something wrong that time, and I wasn’t sure people would turn a blind eye to it. Finally, it was Guitar Player who shut him down. They refused to believe I was the one who wrote the letter since the information he gave them really was wrong. They just assumed he wrote the retraction after he had a change of heart about lying about Silas and the band. Looks like he’s the one who is going to have to consider a career change, not me. They invited me to submit my story about the events that had taken place from the time of the backstage passes, how I broke Silas out of Forbes, and how I managed to put together the whole show that night. I demurred and directed them to Walker who was the one who really put the show together. He in turn begged off saying it was all me, so now I’m writing my story after all. I guess it’ll be kinda fun. It was a pretty crazy period in my life and it would be nice to see it in print.
By the time we arrived at Forbes Clinic, they’d already seen the news coverage of the event. No one seemed the least bit interested in the fact that not two days ago I had broken Silas out of their facility, or the fact that he was kinda sorta high as a kite when I returned him back to them. I think the fact that he was so willing to cop to everything and was totally honest and serious about recovery really went a long way with them.
He did his detox like a champ as well as the full two months of inpatient treatment there as well. By the time he walked out, he was a living legend and a treatment success. We have three weeks together before the start of the new world tour. Fringe is co-headlining an 18 month world tour with Disturbed, and it’s already sold out in twenty countries. Yeah, I’ll miss him, but he promises to fly me out whenever I have time off.
Six months later, Walker flies Silas, the band, Stewart, Gabby and I out to the Seychelles for some R&R and a private wedding. He’s patched things up with his boyfriend, and we were there to witness the nuptials. Silas and the band have patched things up as well. I guess having a wildly popular, famous lead guitarist in your band counts for something after all.
Later that night after the wedding, Silas gets on one knee in the moonlight on the beach and asks me to be Mrs. Lunatic. I never wanted to be the girlfriend of a rock star, but I never said I couldn’t be the wife of one.
A year later, back in the Seychelles, we have a private ceremony. Gabby, Silas’s band mates, Stewart, Walker, and his partner are all there. I become Mrs. June Mann, or as I’m now known to my fellow Lunatics, Mrs. Rock Star. After a brief, romantic honeymoon, Silas returned to the tour with Disturbed, and I went back to Oakland where I am still just a paramedic and no one really cares about my newfound celebrity status.
And that’s just fine with me.
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