All I really remember was being sat on the tour bus, The Long Hard Road Out Of Hell open in my lap. I scanned through the pages, getting slightly bored as I'd read the book multiple times. I was pretty sure I was alone on the tour bus, but I saw Ricky out the corner of my eye. I narrowed my fake eyebrows, before looking up from the book. Ricky was stood there, in shorts. "Dude, what the fuck?" I said, glaring at him. But hey, he was kinda hot, I can deal with that. I looked back down at te book, continuing to read. I could've probably read this without even having it I knew it so well. Anyway... I saw him leave the room, I hoped he wouldn't come back for a while.
