I made it on our bus, trying to think of a way to get Donna to relax. As I stepped inside I could hear her in her bedroom having a heated phone call. She probably thought the bus was still empty. I did my best to be quiet as I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. I didn’t want to eavesdrop, but I had never heard her mention having any friends or family.
Whoever she was talking to was making her very upset. I didn’t wish sadness upon anyone, but this may work to my advantage. It was time to get her out of her funk and maybe get Eric’s mind off Sarah. She yanked open the door to her room and as her eyes caught mine, she narrowed them.
“How has riding with the guys been?” I tried my best to make casual conversation with her, but it was harder than I thought it would be. I didn’t trust her, and I knew she would give anything to get rid of me.
“Do I need to answer that?” She slipped inside the bathroom but didn’t close the door. I assumed she was checking to see if it was noticeable that she had been crying. It was, but that was only because I could see that look a mile away. I saw it most of my life whenever I looked in my own mirror.
“The rest of the day should be fun. You should slip on some jeans or something and relax with us.”
She leaned her head out into the hallway and just looked at me like I was crazy for even asking.
“Come on. What fun is it hanging out with rock stars if you don’t let your hair down and party with them every once in a while?”
“This is my job, Cass. I’m not here to party. I am here to work.”
“You can do both. You have a fun job—take advantage. I know the guys would love it.”
“Yeah, right.” She snorted.
“You catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar.”
“I’m not trying to catch anything.” She leaned out into the hall again. “Especially whatever diseases these guys have.”
I laughed, shocked that she had cracked a joke.
“Well, I can’t say what is getting passed around with the twins, but Tucker is a good guy.” I tapped my bottle against the table. “So is Eric,” I called a little louder.
“I doubt that.”
I walked back down the hall a few steps so I wouldn’t have to speak too loudly.
“Seriously. He had his heart broken, and he has kind of closed himself off to women. I’ve never seen him touch a groupie.”
“Who is missing out on the rock-star experience now?” She raised an eyebrow and I smiled.
“You know, we don’t have to be enemies.”
She sighed and leaned against the sink.
“I don’t want to be your enemy. I want what is best for the band.”
“The band should be happy. Tucker and I are happy together.”
She pulled her clip from her hair, and the curls cascaded down her back. She ran her fingers through it.
“You two are a powder keg waiting to be ignited. Did you already forget his fight with Eric, or is that just part of the experience, too?” Her attitude turned sour and I was ready to throw my hands up and tell her to fuck herself, but I still wanted to help Eric. Deep down she couldn’t be all that bad. Something was causing her to close off, and my guess was a relationship.
“That had nothing to do with the band. That was personal. It happens. We love each other very much, and I am not going anywhere. If you could accept that, maybe we could be friends.”
“I have plenty of friends.”
“The person who you were yelling at on the phone? Sounds an awful lot like the fights Tucker and I have that you are complaining about.”
“That is personal, and it is none of your damn business.” She was staring down at me now, towering over me in her heels with her finger dangerously close to my face.
“If we were friends, you and I could talk about it. It may surprise you, but besides being the band-wrecking whore you think I am, I can be a pretty good listener.” I took a step closer.
“Oh, I can imagine the advice you have to give me. You travel the country with your personal rock star, with no real responsibilities, no cares in the world, just along for the ride. . . .” She scoffed. “Your life is a joke.”
I narrowed my eyes, wanting to hate her, but suddenly I realized that her hatred didn’t come from disgust or pity. . . . She was jealous. It knocked the wind out of me.
“You know, maybe if you spent your time getting to know me instead of judging me, you may learn we have some things in common.”
The door to the bus opened and Donna slid the bathroom door closed. Eric stepped on the bus, followed by the twins with fresh cases of beer in hand as they talked about a muscle car they had seen in the parking lot.
“Hey, Cass. Welcome to the party,” Eric called out when he saw me. I gave him a smile, but I felt like I’d let him down given that I didn’t make any inroads with Donna. I wasn’t good at making friends. It wasn’t until I moved to Savannah that I made my first real friend, and I had left her behind when I came on tour with Tucker.
“Let’s get it started.” I walked toward the front of the bus as I heard Donna exit the bathroom and retreat into her bedroom. I sighed, feeling defeated. Tucker stepped onto the bus and held up an alligator head.
“What is that for?” I asked as I grabbed an unopened beer from Eric’s hand.
“I thought it would look cool mounted on the front of the bus or something.”
I rolled my eyes as I cracked open my beer and took a drink.
“No way.” Eric grabbed it from Tucker’s hands with a grin. “I want to hang it on a chain and wear it as a necklace.”
“Don’t be stupid.” Tucker took back the head and gave Eric a playful shove. The bus lurched forward, and we all grabbed onto whatever we could to keep from falling. “Jesus, Ivan. A little warning next time?” The driver waved his hand as an apology, and Tucker shook his head, laughing.
“Where’s Filth?” I asked, expecting at least a few of the members to join us.
“Band meeting or some shit. They will get up with us at the next stop,” Eric replied as he grabbed himself a can of beer. He held it over the sink and grabbed a knife from the drawer.
“What is he doing?”
“Being an idiot,” Terry answered.
“I want to be an idiot, too.” Chris shoved by his brother and grabbed a beer.
Eric punctured the can and held it to his lips as he opened the tab on top. Within seconds the can was drained into his mouth, and he slammed it into the sink. Chris took his place and repeated the process.
“You’re next,” he said to me, and I shook my head.
“I am not doing that. I’ll spill it all over me.”
“It’s not that hard.”
“That’s what she said!”
Everyone laughed so loudly I didn’t hear Donna approach from behind me. They stopped laughing, and for a second I thought I had grown a third eye.
“I’d like a turn.” She was speaking without the hard edge to her voice I was used to. I spun around to see Donna wearing an old pair of faded jeans and a black tank top. Her hair was down, and she instantly looked ten years younger. She could only be in her midtwenties at most.
The guys just stared at her like they didn’t know who she was.
“Grab Donna a beer, Eric. I’m after her,” I said.
She gave me an appreciative smile, and I returned it, hoping that things were going to get better after all. This was step in the right direction.
Tucker plugged an old iPod into the little radio they picked up at a truck stop along the tour, and we all relaxed, singing along to music from the eighties and nineties. We took turns shotgunning beers, and after a few, we were brave enough to try Chris’s beer bong. The hours began to fly by as we all laughed and shared stories. Donna didn’t speak very much, but she listened intently, and Eric made an effort to ask her questions, encouraging her to be a part of the conversation. Under his angry exterior, he was a really great guy.
Tucker and I made sure Eric and Donna sat next to each other whenever we could make it happen. She relaxed as the night wore on, and eventually she was smacking him on the arm when he picked on her and bumping her shoulder against his.
