Lucky for Curtis, the road leading from the high school was pretty deserted at ten on a Saturday evening. Sex videos “Shit, Seth, they broke your Roland?” Curtis was outraged. Not good. He might not like it when Seth drifted too far over the pain line, but dancing along the edge did it for the both of them. “Hang on, let me check.” Seth’s voice was seriously annoyed, and Curtis pitied whoever was on the other side of that door. It had taken a long time for Seth to learn to laugh again, and Curtis had noticed a distinct lack of laughter in their phone conversations lately. The groupies left him alone, the press could have cared less, and he still got to stand in front of an audience and show the world his heart. It was one thing Curtis always felt just a tad jealous over. Seth was two timezones away and had one final concert to complete before the phone call that kept them both sane could happen. Curtis groaned. It was a beautiful sound, one that Curtis was thrilled to hear. He couldn’t wait.
