Chapter 4

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Joey may suck as a human being, but he was a musical genius. Hail The Dead Marys always drew a huge, enthusiastic crowd. He was a hell of a performer, and the band was topnotch. The way he played his guitar was so sensual, I was hard the entire time. The audience ate up his larger-than-life antics and fed off his sexual aura.

By the end of the third set, I was sweaty and exhausted, yet strangely exhilarated. I always enjoyed performing, whether in front of a big crowd or in the background at an event. All of us gathered together at the front of the stage and took a bow to the appreciative applause after doing two encores.

We broke down the equipment as quickly as we could to make way for the DJ. My sweat cooled as I packed up my stuff and carried it out the back door to the trunk of my car. There was a chill in the air, typical fall weather, but it felt good.