The Loneliest Tour
“That’s what Colby told Jett before punching him square in the mouth. The punch hurt like hell and Jett went flying back into a desk, unable to brace himself since he was in a set of handcuffs. Jett ended up knocking papers all over the floor and lying on the desk for a few seconds, staring up at the bright white light on the ceiling, trying to make sense of everything gone wrong.
But that was weeks ago. That didn’t matter right now. Well, the punch didn’t matter. And neither did the handcuffs, ...the interrogations, or the meetings with the lawyers. It was all simply background noise now for Jett and the band.
Jett stirred a little, red straw in a coffee cup.
The meeting had split up, finally, and half the group gathered to keep their conversations going while the other half bolted out of the basement of the church, wanting to get away from the empty feeling of it all.
Jett understood both sides.
He was famous, which made the meetings famous. There were some people with dark pasts who sat in the metal folding chairs, bearing their souls in a way that was gut wrenching.MoreLess
But that was weeks ago. That didn’t matter right now. Well, the punch didn’t matter. And neither did the handcuffs, ...the interrogations, or the meetings with the lawyers. It was all simply background noise now for Jett and the band.
Jett stirred a little, red straw in a coffee cup.
The meeting had split up, finally, and half the group gathered to keep their conversations going while the other half bolted out of the basement of the church, wanting to get away from the empty feeling of it all.
Jett understood both sides.
He was famous, which made the meetings famous. There were some people with dark pasts who sat in the metal folding chairs, bearing their souls in a way that was gut wrenching.MoreLess
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