Max stands at the mirror in the little tour bus bathroom, running his hands through his still wet hair. He's already taken an hour in the shower, and everyone knows it takes him another hour just to do his hair. He goes to grab his hair dryer from its usual place, but only grabs air. "The hell?" He mutters, bending down to look in the cabinets. He swore he left it in the same place when he used it after last night's show...