"I'm out there on the Road. I know what the deal is. It sounds glamorous as hell, but you still gotta do your laundry." She looked over at me. "And yo...u don't know where the fucking Laundromats even are because you only in a city for a couple of days, then it's onto the next stop. It's kind of like being on a small boat. You get to know people a little too well at times." I could see she didn't get that comment I'd picked up from someone in a touring band's road crew. "You're going around from. "Okay, I give up. But the next time I see you, dinner will be more than a candy bar." "That'd be great." They said their goodbyes and Ryan stayed on the bed, staring at the ceiling. That had gone much better than she'd hoped, but it all served to make her more anxious to see him in person. The remaining weeks on the tour stretched out in front of her and she felt like she'd never get home. x-x-x-x In the stadium before the Boston show, Brody looked around. The arena wasn’t huge but it was a far. We were both a bit nervous.“I hope this is the right place there is a definite deterioration in this track and it now heads away from the beach.”“Keep going a bit further, I think it turns back toward the beach, Pete. Besides there is no where to turn around here.” The track did indeed turn and we entered a clearing surrounded by a fence with gaps to partly overgrown walking trails. We were the only ones there.“I guess this is that anticlimax,” said Pete. “Yes, I am just a little disappointed. .. we’re fucked. It’s a tightrope we’re walking and right now we’re only about halfway there. Oh, and we’re blindfolded because we don’t know who’s releasing the information or why.”“OK,” Liz said, nodding. “I guess I can see that the scope of this is as much of a surprise to you as it was to me. I’m sorry that I got ... angry. Let’s move on so you can make your call. What makes you think the streaming services are next on the hit list?”“Mostly it’s just intuition,” I said, shrugging slightly..