“Oh, hang on,” I stop you as you’re getting dressed, and sit up a bit in the bed. My cigarette is dangling from my lips as I lean over to grab my wallet, rifling through it for a few bills.

“For the ride home,” I nod and toss the dollars onto the bed towards you, leaning back against my pillows and exhaling out smoke. I know I seem a little cold, but this is just the usual.

There’s no time for niceties when you’re a rockstar, know what I mean?

You’re just one of the few groupies following us along on tour this year, but you don’t really go for the other boys very often, you usually just stick with me. Not that I’m complaining, just something else to mock them over.

“Mm, I think Vanessa is in the lobby downstairs,” I mention, glancing over at you. “Send her up if you see her, yeah? Haven’t seen her in a bit,”