They sometimes come back
A blue car with black windows takes me to the Bridgestone Arena in Nashville and I almost feel like a star coming in with a pass hanging from around my neck. Fortunately, we steer clear of the photographers as we enter from the back, where I can spot Chris being distant and uptight with everyone. I’ve not spoken to him for a few days, he’s avoiding me and I don’t know why. Helen, the only person at the ranch I now talk to, tells me not to worry because the meetings and rehearsals have this strange effect over Chris and the others, but everything will get back to normal after that.
God, it’s really exciting to be here. I’m accompanied to the understage, here the music hits very loud and the reverberating sound moves your insides, sculpting every note right dow
