I Bet You Never Had A Friday Night Like This (Vic's pow)

The guys and I roll up to the back of yet another coliseum and we start to talk of excitement and things to do on stage. As we drove in I could already see the lines forming outside of the main gates; crazed fans waving as our tour bus rode by. Jaime, Mike and Tony all head towards the door of the bus not even bothering to see that I haven’t moved. I watch from the window as they enter the building and disappear. My mind races from one place to another going over lyrics again and again. I glance around the tour bus and notice a mess here and there and decide to clean it. I sigh as I hear the guys come back through the door.

            “What’s this? Playing house wife again Vic?” Jaime says with a smile.

            They guys laugh at his comment but I stand fairly stiff without as much as a chuckle. I know they know something is up with me because Mike clears his throat and they quiet down. The thing is, is, even if they did ask me what was wrong, I couldn’t answer them. Something about today just doesn’t feel right. I turn to the guys who show looks of concern but I clear my throat and say,

            “You know, I can’t be your mothers all the time.”

            Tony and Jaime laugh and even Mike lets out a bit of a chuckle. They ease and the concerned looks fade almost instantly, all except for Mike’s whose concern gradually fades. We all sit around for about an hour laughing and acting like our stupid selves. A man taps on the tour bus door whose shirt says “Follow me! I know where the drinks are at” and tells us that we need to meet inside for a while to discuss how things are going down even though we’ve been through this particular drill multiple times now.

            “If you guys could just come inside and whatever we can get some stuff laid out.” The guy says not really adding any specifics.

            We all stand and follow him to a rather large back door and as we enter we find ourselves in a main hall laced with dressing rooms and people running back and forth. The guys and I look around and Tony says,

            “Even drag queens don’t need this many dressing rooms, so why in hell do they have all these?”

            We all let out a soft laugh and turn to follow the guy who brought us in here to begin with. Jaime and Tony quickly move way ahead of me and I nearly forget Mike is there until he appears by my side. For a few minutes we just walk beside each other in silence but I can tell he has something to say. A few seconds more pass and Mike opens his mouth to speak.

            “I know something’s up Vic. You haven’t acted like this since…” he says cutting himself short.

            He doesn’t have to finish his sentence though for me to know exactly what he’s talking about. He knows all about how weak I used to be and how I dealt with that. I shake my head though and he lets out a sigh of relief. Finally we reach the end of the hallway maze and the guy with the shirt, that he clearly thinks is more funny than it is, stands in front of us telling us where things are and how there are maps on some of the walls. He points his finger behind us and says something about a bathroom that way so I decide to go and find it.