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“I’m in Vegas for the first time in my life. I just wanna,” my arms flew around like they had a mind of their own again, “There’s so much to see and do.”

“And you wanna do it all.” I bobbed my head. “As soon as Pressley comes back with our room keys, we’ll drop off our bags and hit the strip.”

“Yay!” Yeah, that was a bit too loud. All the workers turned and stared at me. “Sorry, excited for tomorrow night’s show.” My bandmates laughed so I flipped them off. “Fuckers.”

Pressley came out with two men in suits a few minutes later. “Gentlemen, they’ll lead us up to our rooms now.” He passed around the room keys, we grabbed our bags and followed them to the service elevator.

All of our rooms were in the same hall, including our security team. The guards for both bands were deciding how to manage the various activities currently being shouted out by several band members. A shrill whistle rang down the hall from one of Jason’s partners, both of which were Chaotic guards.

“Hands up for anyone staying in tonight,” he said. Jason’s hand went up along with Josh’s, Pressley’s and Bowie’s. “Great, you’re free to go to your rooms. Anyone remaining that has specific plans?” No hands went up. “Fantastic, strip madness. Alright, let’s pair up and that will be your travel buddy tonight. No ditching them or your guard.” Several moans rang out. “It’s either that or we all stay in. There aren’t enough guards to go around tonight.”

“Hey, can I hang with you guys?” Tibby asked us.

“That would be fun.”

“That’s a yes,” Daddy said.

“Perfect. Scythe, why don’t you take them.”

“Affirmative, Snipe.” Ah, the talking guard was Snipe which meant the other partner was Sikes. It was weird how much alike all our guards were. Like, direct clones of Fizzbo. I would say mini-Fizzbo’s, but all were equally ginormous.

We dropped our stuff off in our room and Tibby did the same. He and Claude were sharing the one next door to ours. Not sure how well that was gonna work him and Tibby since they hardly talked, but we’d see. Their personalities were so different. But then again, Bowie and I crashed in some really tight, super rank spaces so I guess a bed is a bed, and indoor plumbing is always a bonus.

“Where to first, boys?” Daddy asked as soon as we hit the casino floor. Gambling might be fun, sometime, but seeing the strip lit up at night was first on this Vegas virgins list.

“Can we walk the strip and pop in and out of places?”

“Absolutely. Tibby, is it your first time here too?”

“Yeah. I’m with Tony, I just wanna see as much as we can. Hey, there’s the Brooklyn Bowl, let’s do a selfie in front of it.”

“Good call, then we’ll post it on social media and tag tomorrow night’s show.” Tibby and I posed with the sign above our heads and slung an arm around each other while Daddy took the pic, flashing our metal horns. “Right on, thanks. Can we go to the fountains now?”

Daddy chuckled, he did that a lot around me. “Bellagio fountains?” I shook my head. “Follow me.” He’s been to Vegas more times than he can count—his words, not mine. But even so, he said there was something new to see each time.

A hush went over the crowd as we pushed our way to the front of fencing surrounding the fountain. Suddenly, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds started playing at the same time the first shot of water went off.

“Whoa,” Tibby and I said at the same time, phones in hand, video recording the show. This was one of the coolest things I’d ever seen. And to think, computers controlled every motion, every shot of water, every single lighting color. The engineers who programmed this were freaking geniuses. We finished the show with a selfie in front of the fountains while Daddy was talking to one of the roadies he ran into.

“Boys, Vance is gonna hang out with us tonight.”

“Cool, the more the merrier.” I never had a problem with others joining in the fun. Unless it was Daddy and my special private time. “Can we eat now?”

“I know the perfect place,” Daddy said. Back across the street we went to the Paris Hotel. Tibby and I were so busy taking it all in and snapping a million pictures that we hadn’t noticed the others walking ahead of us. Well, all except for Scythe.

“Where did they go?” I asked, afraid I’d be in trouble.

“They walked ahead to get a table. See that outdoor open glass area with all the seats?” Tibby and I shook our heads. “That’s where we’re eating so the two of you can take all the pictures you want from there. It’s got great views.”

“Excellent.” Leave it to Daddy to not only feed my belly but my need to take as many pictures and see as much of the strip as I could. Scythe led us up to where Daddy and Vance waited.

“They’re setting up a table for us,” Daddy said as we walked up. “Should only be a few minutes.” Fine by me, I was hungry but there was so much to look at my head was bobbing around like a hyperactive appendage. Wait, are heads appendages? Huh, either way, I was busy checking everything out.

“This is so cool.” If my smile was as wide as Tibby’s when he said that I wouldn’t be surprised. Our faces had to be mirror images. “What a life we live. I know so many guys who’d give their right arms for this. Not only being in Vegas, but here playing a sold-out show and enjoying all the things we’ve seen along the way.”

“Ah, just in time,” Daddy told the waitress as she sat our beers and Scythe’s iced tea down. “Thank you.”

I held my bottle up to toast. “Here’s to rocking the shit out of Vegas tomorrow night!”