Chapter 121: Krispin

Matt and Stephon had called me in the morning and let me know their plane was landing at three. They were two of my original band members. They hadn't fallen as far or as hard as I had, but they had struggled to put it behind them, too. They drank a beer now and then, but our drink- and drug-induced coma days were far away.

I loved these guys.

We ate a light meal and played music in my room until seven. I gave them a few riffs of what I was working on and they picked up the beat and added a few twists. Blood Rights had some of the best musicians in the business. Though I wrote most of the songs, these two helped with the music. They looked rough, but their hearts were pure gold. Angela would love them when she had time to see beneath their tatted outer layers.

I told them about her. Not everything, but enough for them to know I was serious. They didn't question the strength of my feelings or how quickly they had come about. They only offered support.

They were really here to play i