Sin Delicious
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He couldn’t speak to her after that so Bag Man had to usher us out and sneak us back to our hotel. She wasn’t looking quite so full of herself the last time I saw her, rushing off to cry crocodile tears in her room. In our absence things had kicked off here to. With the full implications of events hitting home Benno Shea was seen uncharacteristically laughing – rather manically by all accounts. He disappeared for almost an hour and came back with his head shaved to a crew cut. Russell, no doubt still humiliated by all the ribbing he had been taking since the very public and very un-macho ruination of his backside courtesy of Lady Essence, went immediately berserk. He accused Ben of gaiety and of ruining everything. He then picked up a coffee table and hurled it across the room at his guitarist, thankfully falling short. He was promptly jumped on and had the shit beaten out of him by three burly Scotsmen hired as security by the hotel, before also being arrested. He is still under lock and key and no one is rushing to get him out.
Last and least emerged the fate of Skellz. Just for the record he avoided any punishment – which is kind of a shame, especially since with all his bones tattooed on the outside of his body he wouldn’t have needed any x-rays to check for breaks. He scrammed the moment Cas started throwing punches and has not been seen since. He is reported to be anywhere other than on the equipment lorry he’s is meant to be on, making his way here for tomorrow night’s gig. It doesn’t really matter because the whole of the rest of this tour is in tatters. There will be no glorious homecoming for Death in Venus. With each band a man down all shows have to be cancelled. Friendships and trust lie in ruins. Individuals are threatening to sue other individuals, venues sure to sue tour managers, record companies now in melt-down. To quote fat twat Vinny, it’s all completely fucked.
I got back in time to see Ben with his suitcase, heading for the hotel exit. I barred his way and quizzed him. He was quitting with immediate effect and I knew how he felt. Suddenly all this was overwhelmingly exhausting, physically and mentally. I didn’t care about any of them. I didn’t want to talk to them or speak to them. I wanted out. So I went. I told Ben to wait whilst I got my bag. I didn’t even pack properly, so adept am I now at going on the fly. I kissed Bag Man on the cheek and asked him to use that Black Card just one more time and buy us two tickets to London. He stood there studying me for a few seconds, that impenetrable half-frown of his as always on his face. Then he reached for his phone and walked away. Five minutes later a cab arrived to take us to the airport. When we got there the tickets were waiting – not first class, but hey!
The plane is close to landing and for a while I will know normality. How I get on with it remains to be seen. I don’t know what will become of the others. Most likely it will all blow over in a matter of days, just like every other scrape gotten into during the tour. It will be water under the bridge, all part of the legend. Dates will be rescheduled and lawsuits settled and the whole thing will start over. A wronged Honey may ditch her man but I rather think she will fight for him. He may let her win that fight, perhaps for the sake of his child. If not it might cost him maybe twenty million, but don’t worry because he will earn all that back within a couple of albums and associated tours.
Sindee will carry on rocking and rolling and is probably destined to go down in flames. Perhaps I always knew this about her. She is a whirlwind I need to escape. She will almost certainly wheedle her way back into the arms of Cas because she is addicted to the lifestyle. He will let her because he thinks she is the girl of his dreams. I doubt she is able to change her philandering ways but I think this is secretly part of what Cas loves about her. Who cares? If she is lucky enough she might one day find out what true love is. Then maybe she will understand all the fuss made about it.
As for me – well, all I wanted to do was get out of there. The loyalties are wafer thin, the fabric of that weird life able to be torn in seconds. You burn bright but even then you don’t know what the hell is happening. It’s all too much a blur for the senses. However, I know when I wake up tomorrow I am going to be missing it. The loss is already creeping over me. Just like being removed from the front line of battle you yearn again for the adrenaline, the camaraderie, the uniqueness of it all. Nothing is going to match it. Everything will seem dull now. All the horrors will be forgotten. It is too addictive a life for anyone to resist, even Ben.
He is coming with me, whatever he says. Talent like his must not be snuffed out by the likes of Russell. I will get hold of Troianne because I have been dying to speak to her since we parted. Happiness will reign. Musicians will be introduced and fabulous music made. Bands will be formed and tours organised. I will be her fashion consultant and chief bodyguard, with face-kicking powers extraordinaire. It won’t quite be the hard rock lunatic debauchery I was blooded with but it will still be everything that we want it to be because that’s what music tours are all about. I can’t wait. She might not be adorned with ink but I instinctively know that Troianne and I are one and the same, and thus it must be written in the stars that we will have incredible adventures together.
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