The Edge Of Yesterday

Chapter 13

Before we knew it, our very first tour had come to an end. Although it lasted for over a month, it only felt like 3 days. 

It would take too long for me to give you a blow-by-blow account on everything we did on that tour, but let me just tell you that it was fun. We played our shows, drank and smoked, partied, did stupid shit, stuff like that. And when nobody else was around, Rosie and I would spend time together, and that was my favorite part of the tour. 

The drunk guy that Alex had brought to the hotel room with had left the morning after they fucked, without even saying goodbye. He woke up way before Alex did, and just left the room, so when Alex woke up, he was all alone.  The drunk guy had left no contact information, no note at all - he was just gone. 

Alex was in a state for the next couple of days - he no longer made his stupid jokes on the bus and was just silent the entire time, staring at the ceilings. After shows, he would still be silent, but chug cans of beer until he could barely stand straight. 

"Alex." Bones said firmly, after this had been happening for 6 days. "You only knew that guy for one night. You don't have to be so miserable over him." 

"You don't understand." Alex muttered, still staring at the ceiling. "You just don't" 

"You're right, I don't understand." Bones said.  "I don't understand how you can just catch feelings for someone like that, and ruin your life over them. But you'll find someone else eventually." 

Alex sighed. "Yeah, sure." he responded sarcastically. 

But only a couple of hours later, he met another guy at a show. Backstage, they were practically all over each other, he brought the guy on the tour bus, they spent the night together on the hotel room, and what do you think happened? No, it was not the nice option. That guy ended up disappearing as well. 

At almost every show from then on, Alex would pick up another guy, bring him on the tourbus, take him to whatever motel we stayed at, and you know what the routine would be.  

Bones complained about it -  couldn't Alex just sort his life out and stop with this nonsense? Rosie would tease him about it. I was concerned - but I choose to say nothing about it to him, because he was having the time of his life. There were no other gay guys in our village where we had lived before (at least we didn't know of any) and now Alex was meeting other people similar to him, so he was just enjoying himself.

It was at our very last show when things went wrong.

We were playing a show at a punk house in Pittsburgh to wrap things up before we returned to New York. Our music blared from the speakers, and the crowd was cheering. As usual, we were having the time of our lives. The smell of alcohol was present, and LSD was being shared in the audience. 

But then the sound of sirens began to overpower the guitar. The police. The fucking police had arrived and was now there. 

People then scattered in opposite directions, running for their lives. Some were climbing out of windows, smashing the glass, other running up the stairs of the house going god knows where.

This was bad. This was very bad. 

Rosie grabbed my arm, dragging me out through a window. She took her bass out with her too, and we made a run for it. We weren't sure where we were going, we just ran in a random direction.

The weight of the bass caused Rosie to keep on tripping, but she was still able to run with me. We were going to get away. There was no chance of us getting thrown behind bars. 

It wasn't until we had run off far into the distance when I realized. "Where's Bones and Alex?'

Rosie stopped running. We weren't sure where we were now. It was dark outside, and we were in an empty alleyway, the streetlight just barely illuminating her face. "Shit."