The following morning, when I strained to get my eyes open from the blinding sun, I realized Beth never came back. I guessed it wasn't that important, and we would talk later. After a good piss, I made my way to the kitchen, looking for something cold to drink and food. After a couple of chirps on my cell, I grabbed a Sprite and headed back to my room. With the large number of texts I received from people looking for a band or another local artist needing a fill-in, I tried to be swift with my response.

"Holy shit, ten missed calls and twenty text messages," I said out...