Twenty Four

I can’t sleep.

And no, not because it’s my first night sleeping on a tour bus. The bunk isn’t anything close to my bed, but it’s comfy and spacious enough.

Also not because I ended up being assigned to the band’s bus. Other than me, the only other non-band members using this bus are the driver, a security guy, and Wendy. I thought it was odd that I was assigned here until Jack reminded me that I’m basically Terry’s stand-in. Fun.

It’s mostly about the sleeping arrangement.

There are eight bunks in the space between the front and back lounge, shielded from the corridor by curtains. I got the lower bunk that’s closest to the door leading to the front lounge. And right across my bunk is Ben’s.

My curtain might be drawn, but not even that barrier is enough to ease my awareness of his presence.

The past two days have been bearable as far as being stuck around him goes. After I got to the bus late yesterday, we got to the new city six hours later.

Right after arrival, we went straight