The middle of that week when Russ called, he told me the tour had been extended for a month. Another whole month!
“I guess that’s good, huh, babe?”
“Yeah. That’s four more weeks of concerts where people get to know us. And that could mean a tour of our own down the road.” He must have realized what he’d said and chuckled. “So to speak.”
“Are you still enjoying it all, or is it getting pretty old by now?”
He was quiet for so long I wondered if we’d lost our connection.
“Russ?”
“I’m here. Just thinking. I love making music with the guys. When we’re in a groove I could just shut my eyes and be in heaven. And the audience reaction is a rush. You can’t know what it’s like to be there on stage and have a huge crowd screaming for you. I mean, Bud’s Place is one thing, but the civic centers
