Now that I had time to think about it, I was really stoked to be going back and spending time there. Maybe it would give me the reprieve my doctor said that I needed.
I just needed to pack and book my flight. I was sure I could call a car service on the way to take me from the closest airport. Which, as I booked my flight, ended up being an hour away. That was going to cost a pretty penny. Instead, I decided to rent a car and had it set up for my arrival.
“Man, you look happy. It’s the first time I’ve seen you smile in weeks,” Tommy added as he ended a phone call with his girlfriend telling her he’d be home for a while.
“Yeah, I’m just really glad to get a break, that’s all.”
“Sure, man. Make sure you’re ready to go by eight if you want to carpool with me to the airport.”
“Will do,” I told him as I headed toward my own bus.
I was too hyped to go to bed even though it was close to two in the morning. Instead, I sorted through my non-stage clothes and began tossing them in my duffle bag. Who needed sleep when I could catch some shut-eye on the plane? It was too late to charter a private jet, but there were some first-class seats available.
And the one plus about being a rocker was that no one expected you to be on their commercial airline. If they noticed you at all. Usually, a baseball cap and regular clothes did the trick.
Before I knew it, the sun was shining through the curtains on the bus and I grabbed my duffle bag, snatching Kira’s number off the fridge on my way out of the bus.
Making sure to lock the door, I found Tommy waiting beside a black town car and I headed his way. The bus driver and Dan were the only other ones that had keys to my bus and promised to make sure the buses were transported to the next city.
“You ready?” Tommy asked as I tossed my bag in the trunk.
“More than you can ever imagine, my man.”