Jesse kept looking for Rose but he couldn’t find her in the melee.
The band played on through the end of an hour-and-a-half second set and took a much-needed break. They were exhausted and drenched in sweat from the intensity of the performance. Tim showed them Johnny’s door and they took refuge in his upstairs office.
Butch was the first to recognize their situation. “Okay. Does anybody see the problem we are facing?”
Dale shrugged his shoulders. “What? Too many crazy, drunk people?”
“No,” Rene said. “That’s not what he’s talking about. He’s talking about we can’t get drinks up here.”
Tim slapped his head. “Oh, s**t. We should have thought about that.”
While the band debated what to do, someone started knocking on the window. It startled everyone. How could anyone be able to knock o
