As it was I shouldn’t have bothered. Sindee is nowhere to be seen, away with Cas to the sound check, not wanting to leave his side for a moment. It will be obvious to the other band members what is going on between them but the love-struck cheaters have ceased to care. The others won’t mind, as long as Cas doesn’t do anything that stops the Thunderhed bandwagon from rolling on. Bag Man departs to take Sindee’s stuff to the venue and I am abandoned. At least I don’t have to listen to Russell but I’ve got no room to go to and only a wall to stare at and drinks to take my mind of things.
My phone battery is dead and the charger is God knows where, so I can’t ring Troianne and beg her to come and help save a forlorn guitarist’s sanity. Or mine. It would be nice to have an excuse to talk to h
