Touring. It was the major facet of any bands to-do list. Indeed, touring was what any band would base their schedule around as it was the primary way to get to the fans. The Rockers have been on many tours over their career, 14 world tours by Johns count. Still, this one made him nervous. The first gig was in the bands home town, St. Louis Missouri. They had always started and ended their tours here. This tour would be no different.
But I'm older now, he thought.
"Rob I don't know if I can go through with this." John had a gloss over his eyes as they entered the bus.
"Shit man, if you are going to start that again I'm staying home." John smiled vaguely. Robert had been a good friend for years and it was his hard-ass but soft-heart attitude that John had always liked. He picked up his suitcases and loaded them into the luggage area. The bus was old, most people would scoff at the idea of using such a vehicle as their means of transportation. But the guys had been using this one for years and it had bits of the past all around. The couch on the drivers side still had stains from when Joey had randomly passed out while walking down the hall.
God, that was 20 years ago...The miles and the journey had always been something special for John and Joey. The brothers spent most of their time in the two front seats taking turns driving. The radio was always on and usually always loud. Nobody complained as Joey changed the channel after a Stephanie Fierce song came on.
That's how this trip is different...she's not here....The fields of corn and skyscrapers barely phased any of them now. It was all just part of a world they wanted no part in. The gigs were what mattered and as they exited the highway onto a dodgy road leading to an even dodgier hotel Gary only smiled.
"You know I think we've been here before." he joked as they saw the familiar sight of the arch in the distance.
"Once or twice..." John said quietly as he lingered deep in thought.
The arena was no different than it had been a few years ago, spare a few different graffiti paintings on the outer walls. They passed it as they pulled into the hotel parking lot. The hotel was actually nicer than they expected and definitely a lot taller. The would be on the second to highest floor tonight, in a room reserved for celebrities. They all laughed as they realized they still don't think of themselves that way and remembered how they expected a run-down mess of a room. They would sleep easy that night and no worries would trouble their minds. But tomorrow they would begin rehearsing, and thats where the worries come.
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