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We didn’t even take a moment to watch as he disappeared into the empty venue before throwing open our bus door and begging our tour manager to say we’ve been asleep all night, no questions asked. We quickly peeled off our show clothes and slunk into our bunks quietly waiting for possible impending doom. It was less than five minutes later that a flustered John stumbled into the bus with sweat dripping from his brow as he, too, asked for an alibi, to which our tour manager nodded and rolled his eyes. It was ten to fifteen minutes later that we all shook to the sound of an angry knock being planted on our door. Our tour manager stepped outside with the furious head of venue security and we listened through the walls as he calmly explained that he didn’t know anything about any stolen golf carts getting taken for a joyride around the venue. Without any hard evidence, the man stormed off and had no choice but to let it go. Our tour manager returned to a chorus of giggles bounding out of each of our bunks. We stayed in the back lounge for the rest of the night until bus call, then headed off to get in trouble somewhere else.

May 15, 2021

Joshua Weidling