' We'd perform all of that song, and then do the medley – something that we'd have to spend some time rehearsing. We had to pick what we'd do before...Friday, so everyone connected with the show would know – us, the band, the stage crew, the lighting crew, sound crew, and on and on. As we finished, there'd be fireworks over the stadium, Crystal and I would wave and race off stage, followed by the band members. The roadies would strip away the instruments, amps, and stage, and the second half of. As she and Liam pulled in, Erica straightened her top, and got out as the car pulled to a stop. Liam got out on the other side, and popped the trunk. Heading around to the back, he grabbed Erica’s trunks and brought them into the house. “Well, do you want the grand tour?” he asked as he placed the bags down in the front entrance. “We have the place all to ourselves for the month, so we can do whatever he want.” He grinned and started the tour. He led Erica through the entire house, showing her. I got in a bit early around 7 , and was making all the necessary arrangements along with the host. He and I were childhood friends. It was one of those Buy-Your-Own-Booze (BYOB) parties so we didn’t really have much to do. I asked him , “Who all are coming?” , he said a lot of people many of his school buddies as well ( we were from different schools)Paying no heed to what he said , i started crushing some grass to smoke while we drank the booze. I always love a bit of grass to go with hard. Galia waited until I withdrew my hands, then spit into the sink. Thin strand of saliva trailed from her lower lip. I wiped it with the palm of my hand. I was about to pour her a glass of water but she just bent over, sip from the tap and gargled to rinse her mouth. After that we got back into the kitchen. “I’m dying for a beer. You?” she asked, then stared at me, her head cocked to one side. I took two bottles of beer from the fridge and poured them into the mugs I found in the.