Off the charts
Living in my wet dreams
“Oh, fuck yeah.” Pierce jumped up and grabbed the notebook. “How about, Pouring gin on my dreams. Vodka misery. Like this…” He sang it and added one more line. “What do I do without you?”
“That rocks,” Wolf said, giving us the thumbs up.
Pierce smiled. “I see how we can all put something in. This is a fun one. Let’s keep going.”
By the end of the session, we hadAlcohol and Carswritten, practiced, and recorded. Better yet, Pierce promised to trim his song and come back with it in a day or two. Keeping him in the right mindset for recording was key. When he was there, we rocked. We were going to put out a killer new album.
Chapter six
Donavan
9 months later
The hardest fucking thing in the world to do was keep my ass in California when I wanted to be with Kay. They were gearing up for the tour, and before long, I would see him again. I onlyneeded to be patient. Kay and I had flown back and forth while Bramble Punk was on a break, but Midnight Hunt finished recording their album and were solidly in planning mode. Coleman was working with them to set up a long tour. If this was going to be the last one, they wanted to do it right. But I wanted to see Kay.
I shot him a text.
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Can’t wait to see you. We need to organize play time.
We’d had a few sessions when he was here, and I showed him my playroom. He said he’d started working on one after I left the last time. He hoped to finish before the tour because after that, it would be Christmas before he was home again. They were kicking off at Rocktoberfest this year and playing the west leg plus Denver before everyone headed to Florida for Christmas.
But I was devising a plan to get Kay out a little early and maybe doing a bit of daddy-hunting before then. I stared at my phone, waiting for him to reply. Instead of texting, he called.
“Hey, Donny. I miss you.”
Donny? That was new, but I didn’t hate it.
“Miss you too. What are you doing?”
He chuckled. “What are you wearing? Khakis? Mr. State Farm?”
I laughed at his stupid joke. “Stop trying to be funny. Black slacks and a dress shirt, if you must know.”
“I bet you look handsome. Take a pic for me.”
“Later. Now, what’s up?”
“Eh…working on my room and trying to keep busy. The album drops in three days, and I’m super nervous.”
“I heard it, Kay. It’s good.”
“Thanks. Still nervous.”
“Have you picked up your prescription yet?” He had made the choice to get the anxiety medication even though Pierce was thefrontman now. A lot of the responsibility still fell to Kay. He was the de facto leader, with or without Pierce was behind the mic. And he still had to perform. People were still going to cheer for him. They wouldn’t simply forget him now that someone else was front and center.
“I did and got enough to last through Christmas. They said they’d only give me so much at one time, but I got them to fill it during the breaks. So, October to Christmas break. Then January to spring break, then that should get me through the final leg of the tour and back home.”
“Good.”
“I can take a little more or less as needed. I think it’s a good plan.”
“Me too. It sounds like you’re ready.”
