I went around the bus, running into Doc, the band's manager.
"What are you up to, trouble maker?" He said.
"I'm finishing putting my stuff in the tour bus," I explained with the bag slumped over my shoulder.
He studied my face, "You aren't back together with Richie, are you?"
I shook my head, "Heck no."
"Oh," he said. "I was just curious."
"I'm not with any members of the band," I explained, "We're just all friends."
Doc nodded, and put his hand out. "I'll take your bags."
I handed him them, "There's more in my car," I handed him my keys, "but don't get my beauty dirty. I just waxed her."
He laughed and took my keys, saying goodbye. I walked around the side of the tour bus, and went into the abandoned stage we were parked behind.
"Kmae," I heard behind me. I spun around, and my worst fear was standing behind me.
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