"Don't drop that box!!" The amount of times Abe and the boys have had to save a guitar or drum piece from the lazy roadies today has been a record breaker, everything that could go wrong has so far gone wrong....

"Has the bosses' car been fixed yet?" Brian crossed over the room laying the amp leads out.

"Yea I think they left around a half hour ago according to the Agent Superiority over there" Abe seemed to be the inside man today, getting the info from the FBI that trawled around the buildings. Agent Carney was ok he had the job in hand, in hand! A bit terse, he was straight up and we all liked him for not being hostile or treating us like, well, dumb musos.

"Rat can I have a word when you finish up" Rusty sat on the amp tuning his guitar as I fiddled with Abe's set up, mine was next to be sorted.

"What's up" Rust dragged me into the toilets and I decided to go. I'm a sensible girl.

Rusty spoke up through the now closed toilet door, he was never one to wait "Rat, they want me to wear a wire. Rogers is here somewhere, maybe even with John"

I flushed the toilet, washed my hands, and tossed the paper towel in the bin across the far side of room "Score. What a shot. See that!" Rusty watched me check my lipstick which I need to redo later anyway. "So, just as long as he is a long way from me I dont care"

"Just thought you should know"

"Thanks, come on, I heard they were bringing out some food!" I didn't like what they had Rusty doing but, with Rogers confession, it meant I didn't have to testify if there was a court case. I chose to ignore the fact that the germ was around and poor Rusty shrugged as I walked past.

"Chuck me the sauce Abe! Close the lid first you ninny" Brian was a sauce fanatic, who now had half a jar on his shirt. "Great man, thanks now! Now what else is going to happen"

"Hello, Hello, Hello all my minions and losers, except you off course my love" John strolled in, cool as a cucumber. I bet it wouldn't be the same story closer to the 5pm interview slot though.

"Lay off the loser bit boss" Rusty stood up placing Johns guitar in the stand ready for tonight. Rusty then walked off in search of a-hole tuna sausage dog Rogers.

"Catlyn a word" Gee I'm a popular one today. We walked into the men's toilets. This time John relieving himself as I checked my teeth in the mirror, it was a long drive and I'd just eaten.

"Wash your damn hands before you grope me, Mr. Lennon"

"Such a clean freak" He did as he was told and I kissed his cheek. "Now where was I..... I need a kiss for good luck, one for the show, a few to keep me going and ten for no reason whatsoever"

"You are getting a few now and a big one later. I'm glad you're feeling good. You look fab by the way" He was wearing new denim and a white shirt, which by the way, fitted him like a glove. His toned torso felt so good under my fingers. His hair had grown longer over the few months and was nice, shaggy and pure John. He lifted me up to sit on the edge of the sink vanity and we kissed nonstop til we were called back to the stage. Ignoring the yells we kept kissing, my hands in his hair holding him close. "I don't wanna let go of ya"

"I'll be back later ok" He mumbled over my lips  "Paul and Linda will be here soon so stick with Lin and don't get into trouble" One last kiss and he left me on the stage with Abe.

*******

"Miss Loboriel, a word please" Agent Carney stood in the doorway of the servo kitchen with Rusty, seeing them together looked promising.

"Two minutes, I just gotta help Brian with the lights"

"Miss Loboriel, now if you please. There has been a bit of an issue. Rogers isn't talking to Rusty, he's had ample opportunity to interact but he isn't approaching" The agent checked his watch and looked between Rusty and me, beckoning another agent over "Get the wire on her, that's the last shot we have"