It took only a little while until everything was ready to go. Then we were on the road. Mr. and Mrs. Dalton had made Dizz and I something to eat, the boys had already eaten.

I shoveled through my food, the whole time trying to ignore the looks Dizzy kept giving me. Dizzy and I have been best friends since I was six. We are to the point now where stares…looks, can be like an entire conversation between us. Right now I knew exactly what she wanted to talk about, but I didn’t want to…I wasn’t sure exactly what was going on. My head was spinning.

I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“Come on. Two words. Guitar hero.” Paul looked at me, smiling. I stood up, Dizzy behind me.

On the way to the back of the tour bus. I soaked it all in. Trying to remember every detail if I didn’t I knew that this would all become hazy when it was over…and I didn’t want that.