KISSteria

Chapter Six

After many hours of playing hard at the show, KISS was heading off somewhere else.

I sat in the very back since there was no more room.

"Why are you back there"?

Paul said to me.

I told him that there was no room.

He told me to sit next to him since Tommy was feeling carsick.

"Poor Tommy".

I put on my seat belt and when Doc McGhee gave us the all clear, we left.

It was a long trip.

Tommy didn't know why he was feeling sick.

"He just tired from playing at the show".

When we stopped at a hotel, we didn't need much of our stuff.

Just a few suitcases and that's it.

I brought Tommy's white guitar up to his room.

When I got there, he was dressed in night clothes and was wearing reading glasses while playing on his phone.

"What are you doing with my guitar"?

He asked me.

I replied back with this:

"I thought you could play it for a little bit. It'll make you feel better".

"I can't play my guitar while we're in a hotel".

I ran my fingers gently over the guitar strings.

"Just try playing softly and you'll fall asleep.

I don't know where I got that technique from.

Tommy tried it out and it made him a little drowsy.

"Thank you".

He smiled as he took off his reading glasses and prepared to make himself comfortable.

I slowly closed the door to his room and went to go see what Eric was doing.

He had just got out of the shower.

"How's Tommy doing"?

"He looks like he's really sick".

Eric wasn't feeling hyper like he usually did after a show.

Instead, he was getting ready for bed.