Chapter two hundred and forty:

Becky was awake before anyone else. She had put on a pot of coffee, and crept past Jen to ask the bus driver when they would be arriving in Buffalo.

He gave her an approximate hour and she wandered back to the kitchen; where she helped herself to a bowl of cereal.

Within a couple of minutes, Christy came out of the bunks, looking terrible.

“Good morning. How are you?” Becky asked lightly.

“I feel like hell. I didn’t get any sleep at all last night. And I am not feeling well.” She groaned.

Isaac, who had woken to the scent of fresh coffee wandered into the kitchen and kissed his wife. “Are you okay?”

“No. Does Zac always snore that loud?”

“Yes,” Isaac and Becky replied in unison.

“How do you stand it?” Christy asked Becky.

“I usually just roll him onto his stomach, but I couldn’t do it last night without him falling out of the bunk.”

“God,” Christy groaned, holding her stomach.

“Already?” Isaac asked.

She nodded and excused herself to go to the washroom.

Taylor came out from the bunks with a groan. His hair was standing up in every direction. He helped himself to the coffee, even though it wasn’t finished brewing. He drank it black.

“I should ask the driver how much longer until we get to the hotel.” Isaac said out loud.

“I already did.” Becky replied. “He said about an hour… that was ten minutes ago.”

Zac came into the kitchen with a smile. “Good morning. How did everyone sleep?” He asked, kissing Becky’s forehead.

Isaac rolled his eyes and Taylor grumbled a response.

“Shh,” Becky hushed him. “You’ll wake Jen.”

“I’m already awake.” She replied from the sofa. “I couldn’t sleep last night either… I thought there was a fucking bear in the bunks.”

Taylor laughed. “I swear the walls were vibrating.”

Zac shrugged. “I slept like a brick.”

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Once they arrived at the hotel, the bus was guided into the underground parking lot.

Before they could prepare to get off the bus, the body guard came on.

Admittedly, the girls were happy it was the same body guard as before.

“I think we should talk.” He began by saying. “It turns out there are some fans at the hotel waiting for the band to come through… I think it’s best if we wait until at least the sound check. That should at least get them out of the building.”

“That’s a good idea, actually.” Isaac agreed.

“What?! We’ve been stuck on this bus for twelve hours already, we’re finally at the hotel and now you’re saying we’re stuck here because there’s some stupid obsessive fan-girls in the lobby?” Christy demanded.

“Honey,” He tried to reason, “Jen is in no condition to avoid this kind of attention, and you’re sick-“

“All the more reason to get us off the bus!” She stormed past him back to the washroom.

“Good God, eight more months of that and I’m going to deliver the kid myself.” Taylor muttered.

“If there’s no other option…” Isaac began.

“What if we tell security and have them removed?” Becky suggested.

“I tried that.” The body guard replied. “It turns out they’re staying in this hotel and they can’t remove them.”

Jen drew in a deep breath. “If there’s nothing we can do, then there’s nothing we can do.”

“We can start bringing the luggage up to the rooms.” Zac suggested. “And we can leave for the sound check a little early, which should lessen the time you have to stay on the bus.”

 

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