Hey, is Tristan still laying on the floor in a pile of coats? Did he die during, or after sex? And no one has stepped on him, in that narrow bus, between two parallel couches, backs to the outside? Is it possible that he is unnoticeable....or has been "beamed up" to some other place? I forgot he was there, too! I should give him a *poke* and see if I can get an answer; or we shall have to consider him vanished into space, after a spotless concert performance of two songs.
So I don't leave anyone else confused; one of the main premises in this one is the changing of partners, the short, sometimes volitile grouping of creative minds.
I'm going to throw in a fan in Cleveland as an NPC. Feel free to do so yourselves; they don't have to live for more than a few scenes, because you're not going to be anywhere more than a week. As much as you'd like to pair up...most of the attention you get is from total strangers, or your bandmates. People treat you like a generic rockstar, they don't know who you are exactly, but they are sure you're famous somewhere.
OH! And remember...Cleveland...shopping for new stage wear???
There are several places we should hit...*grin* Some of the staff of the stadium we are to play in Cleveland know the area well, and can suggest the type of places we are looking for. We have to go together, there's only one credit card. I believe Tempest has it in her bra, if it has not dissolved, and drained away by now.
A row of trendy vintage shops, boutiques and consignment stores line the street, a few antique places and little gourmet coffee and deli shops. We can do the record signing? Uh...sorry, gotta go back and read again. *blush* There are many bohemian ex-hippy artists here, though...whatever it is that you desire, they can create for you. We're doing two nights (Fri/Sat) That's a good thing...we sold out the first show, and had to add a second. There is some kind of promotional event we have to attend one of the afternoons (or both, if our financier wills it) And I dont' know about you, I know it's Cleveland, but I need Sushi. Jonesing for raw fish...gotta be a sushi bar in that village, somewhere, right?
Busy weekend, but that's when you gotta sell it. Midweek finds you travelling, most of the time. You have the amusement of stopping at truck stops or weird roadside attractions or roadside chain restuarants (which would result in a mob....if we're lucky)
Cheap roadside motels with kitschy or scary staff.
All aboard for Cleveland Civic Center!!! What say you, John...two or three days?
Does that work for everybody?