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It’s the first night of the four-day music festival and the Downtown Las Vegas Events Center is packed. We’re asked to do three songs every night, four if people request for an encore. We have one radio station guesting tomorrow and a meet and greet session for the next two days in the afternoon. On days like these, I normally keep to myself or stay with the guys inside a private area, but since James has been running around with Colin, I always end up going and hovering wherever she goes. It’s not my business or my job to look after her, but since we got here she has accumulated a fan base of musicians, businessmen, photographers, and roadies who are all trying to get her number or into her pants, and that totally sucks.
I kid you not if those guys could, they’d roll out a red carpe
