“When Adam arrived behind the stage, the entire band was waiting in the wings. Their pointed glares bounced right off him. Adam didn’t give a shit if they were pissed. He was in love.”

“Did you piss your pants, Eric?” “Sed did it.” “Sed pissed your pants?” Trey shook his head slightly. “Man, that takes pissed off to a whole new level.”“I think that’s pissed on, not off,” Brian said.”

“What kind of a dork uses a lame stage name anyway? And why Shade? Because he wears sunglasses all the time?""Yeah, he has to wear them. He has vision problems.."Melanie's stomach dropped and she covered her big, blabbering mouth with one hand. "He does? Shit. Now I feel bad."The guy chuckled. "I'm just fucking with you. He wears them because he enjoys looking like a douche twenty-four seven.”

“Train wrecks waiting to happen were mesmerizing.”

“Sed’s heart sank to his toes. Too late for that. He was already on the boat. Was Jessica planning to kill him and then dump his body overboard before sailing off into the sunset with his drummer and bassist?”

“When did he pass out lastnight?" Eric asked Myrna."After he swallowed my banana and I forced him to consume my fluids.”

“Border patrol,” a uniformed officer announced as he stepped on the bus. “Anything to declare?”“I declare that this sucks,” Trey said, shuffling past him.“Hey,” Eric said to the office and pointed at Trey. “I saw that guy shove something up his ass.”