It was hard pasting a false smile as I prepared breakfast for Tiffa and me. We traveled to the next venue, and Keelan, through Creed, insisted that we stay in one of the spare rooms instead of our bunker back on the bus. I didn't have the energy to argue, and Creed didn't look like a man who accepts 'no' for an answer.
The Monarch's Hymn will be performing again tomorrow night. That would be their fourth concert on this tour. I believed they would have a total of eight. We were halfway done, yet the end still seemed like years away, especially because of my current dilemma.
I was always eager to work since that put food in our mouths. I couldn't afford to slack off, or else Tiffa would be left starving. I made it a point to have a positive view of my job regardless of what it might be. H
