The band was as good as ever, and Paul was on fire. I writhed with the crowd, screaming along with the rest of the fans. It was such a rush!
When the concert was over and the musicians were breaking down the equipment, Paul gestured for me to come on stage and help him carry stuff to his car, which I did, gladly.
In between trips, he introduced me to the rest of the group, all great guys, who made me feel welcome. Once we were done, Paul and I waved goodbye to the other members, and he took me back inside the club to relax a bit and get a few more drinks.
“Bud,” he told the bartender, and I asked for a soda with lime. I wanted to be wide awake for the rest of the night’s activities.
“So how’d we do?” Paul asked, pulling me as close to him as possible with our barstools. I threw a leg o
