It’s done. The voice had been chanting that in JC’s head on every tenth’s exhale for almost an hour now. He’d tried to busy himself with laying out blankets or setting down pizzas. He kept telling everyone that asked that they would be told what this was all about as soon as Judas arrived. But it was starting to give him a headache. Thankfully, ten exhales later, once Judas was giving him the details of what he’d discovered, JC heard nothing but silence in his head.
Good, that meant he’d done well.
The print out on the paper showed a black and white picture of a beaten up old tour bus. It had peeling paint and scratched off façade where evidently some county singer’s face and name had been in its previous life. It was hard to tell from the photo, but JC could tell that the wheels were shot and the bus itself needed more than just a little TLC, but it was still perfect.
The price was even better. One of the guys at the metal yard that currently ‘housed’ the bus was a fan of John’s blog and the YouTube channel and had been to a few meetings too and said that they could have the bus as long as they could move it off of the lot. Bart was a mechanic by trade and JC’s eyes immediately found the laughing man as he ate his pizza two slices at a time.
“This is why you’re my right hand man,” JC grinned, grabbing Judas by the shoulders and kissing him on the forehead before he turned to the other eleven. “Everyone! Judas has found us a new home for a little while. We’re going to begin to spread the word outside of the suburbs. It’s time to be more than just a curiosity with a thousand Twitter followers,” he announced.
Simon perked right up, mouth open. “D’jya mean we’re going on tour!?”
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It’s done. The voice had been chanting that in JC’s head on every tenth’s exhale for almost an hour now. He’d tried to busy himself with laying out blankets or setting down pizzas. He kept telling everyone that asked that they would be told what this was all about as soon as Judas arrived. But it was starting to give him a headache. Thankfully, ten exhales later, once Judas was giving him the details of what he’d discovered, JC heard nothing but silence in his head.
Good, that meant he’d done well.
The print out on the paper showed a black and white picture of a beaten up old tour bus. It had peeling paint and scratched off façade where evidently some county singer’s face and name had been in its previous life. It was hard to tell from the photo, but JC could tell that the wheels were shot and the bus itself needed more than just a little TLC, but it was still perfect.
The price was even better. One of the guys at the metal yard that currently ‘housed’ the bus was a fan of John’s blog and the YouTube channel and had been to a few meetings too and said that they could have the bus as long as they could move it off of the lot. Bart was a mechanic by trade and JC’s eyes immediately found the laughing man as he ate his pizza two slices at a time.
“This is why you’re my right hand man,” JC grinned, grabbing Judas by the shoulders and kissing him on the forehead before he turned to the other eleven. “Everyone! Judas has found us a new home for a little while. We’re going to begin to spread the word outside of the suburbs. It’s time to be more than just a curiosity with a thousand Twitter followers,” he announced.
Simon perked right up, mouth open. “D’jya mean we’re going on tour!?”