Chapter 10
October 1974
The bedroom should have been silent, but the bass from below echoed through the floor, and the sounds of people never stopped. A particularly high shriek prefaced a round of laughter, and Gerry yanked the pillow from under him and shoved it over his head. He’d been there at the party, but how these people managed to work all day and party all night with what seemed to be mere moments of rest between was beyond him. They’d spent the last four weeks touring, which in itself was a never-ending party, and Gerry was exhausted. Opportunities for sleep hadn’t been easy to find since they’d landed in Santa Monica, either. Even for California, the weather was unseasonably warm, jumping from the normal range highs in the low seventies on their arrival to an unbearable ninet
