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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

(Great news! Donations for Colin have topped $75, so he will definitely have a bonus story! Meanwhile a generous donor who wants to know more about Jonathan ensured that he will have a story of his own, too. One more week left for the “popular vote” poll and it probably surprises no one that Ziggy is in the lead there… If you haven’t voted yet or answered the other poll questions, please do! Click *HERE* -ctan)

Courtney and I went back to the party for a short time after that. I know, I was planning to crash, but somehow I followed her back. Turns out that was a good thing, because it meant I could give her the one piece of advice that might make sense, which was, “talk to Carynne.”

I mean, I suppose I had made it clear enough by example that my decree against sex on the tour was a sham at best, but I still didn’t want her getting herself in trouble. If I thought I had issues with being gay on the road, I am sure being a woman worker in the business had even more–or at least different–issues I didn’t even know about. Carynne, though, did. Intimately.

Some of the guys from the other bands started playing music. You should’ve seen the look on Colin’s face when one of them handed him a guitar.