CHAPTER 19
Two weeks after Rob’s visit, the band packed up their gear and piled it up in the back of a van belonging to a friend of Donal’s. They were headed for a small, alternative-type night club in Dublin called Club Boulevard. Kyle had never been in there before and neither had the rest of the band except Sam, who said it was mostly a dodgy-looking venue with good music and reasonably priced booze.
It was only about an hour’s drive, but Donal asked their driver to stop at a petrol station just outside town. He returned with a boxful of bacon and cheese chips which he handed to Kyle.
There was a look of confusion on everybody’s faces.
“I am just making sure that you eat,” Donal said while returning to his seat. “Oh, and as well as that, you are absolutely not drinking until after t
