How music would fill me with joy and my bodywould respond in kind. But now it was me and the rest of the band thatwas bringing that feeling to a bunch...of strangers. I'd strike my fingersacross my guitar's strings and they would move and applause. It wasfucking cool.I played the song exactly like I'd learned it from the album. I was notready to do anything special yet. Playing in front of so many people wasspecial enough for me. We moved quickly into "Radar Love". This time Ichanged up the solo. "Let me get that for you." Thanks," the girl said quietly, still struggling with the load in herarms. I held the door open as she walked through, stumbling forward as the boxbegan to slip from her hands. "Whoa," I said, grabbing the box and preventing her from falling flat onher face. "Why don't you let me help you with that." "Oh it's okay," she said meekly, regaining her footing and pulling thebox out of my arms. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I'll be okay." "Don't be silly," I said snatching the box. "Greg, Dog, Steve. Are you all okay? I was listening to the police scanner in my car and heard the bank was being robbed. Then something was said about a big black dog attacking the robber and I was afraid it was you guys. Then somebody outside the bank here said a guy tried to rob the bank and a giant black dog mangled him and almost killed him. Are you all okay?" She was so excited she almost squeezed the breath out of Greg as she hugged him."Ugh. You're ... squeezing ... me." Greg gasped.She. I leaned my head back and figured I would try to imagine the hot press girl going down on me. Just as Gary was unzipping my pants his wife walks in the front door yelling at Gary - I'm not sure what all they were saying - I jumped up zipped up and ran to the car. Gary came back pissed......... That weekend I take the press girl out to the bar, we ran into some of her friends and she say's that the girls are going to a bachelorette party and she wanted to go with them. I said fine go ahead and.