The week passes quickly, too quickly. Before I know it, Friday has arrived, and the peace that Jackson and I have wrapped ourselves in is shattered by the arrival of the rest of the band with their various partners.
We wake to the piercing shriek of seagulls and the gentle lapping of waves on the villa’s private beach. The bedroom Jackson and I are using sits in the corner of the villa and has a large, wrap-around balcony overlooking the Med. The room is spacious and comfortable, with accents of cobalt and cream. Colourful, blown-up photographs of the island adorn the walls, something I couldn’t help but comment on the first time I walked into the room, which, in turn, led Jackson to reveal some band secrets.
“These pictures are amazing. The style is unique. But weirdly, I feel like I h
