Tour: Day Nine

Still Stranded, New Mexico

Can you believe it? The mechanic won’t work on our bus today! Apparently his god thinks some days are better than others, and Sundays aren’t for working. He’s the only mechanic in this miserable village, and Ricky says even if there were other mechanics, they wouldn’t be working either.

Just look at this place!

















Humans are a very strange species. How can they live like this?










Ricky is mad. He says cancelling gigs is bad for our publicity, and what Bo is getting up to with some of the rural livestock is even worse. Vic has taken to hanging around the local cemetery, our werewolf Calvin has been seen going native with a pack of local coyotes, and Nevin just sits around looking at all the dust and sighing a lot. None of us is quite sure what Lazaro has been doing, but there are rumors, and they aren’t pretty.

I’m fed up with this situation. I’ve requested a meeting with my legal counsel to see if there’s a loophole to the “no magic” part of the contract. I know I can’t repair the bus by magic, but can I inspire the human mechanic to get off his butt and fix it? This is an important question and I intend to get an answer before this morning is over.

Tour: Day Eight

Stranded in New Mexico

I’m afraid we’ve encountered a new difficulty.

We’re stranded south of Albuquerque. The tour bus broke down and the “no magic” rule means none of us can fix it. We were able to get it towed to a small town nearby, but we’re really in quite a desolate place and we won’t be able to make our gig in Las Cruces tonight.









Ricky is very upset, and in fact the whole band is angry, but I’m not sure being negative is going to help matters. We’ll just have to hope the nice man at the auto shop can repair the bus quickly.









This has all been good for Bo, since everyone is too busy being worried about the tour bus to continue being angry at him for his party at the tramway last night. I’m not sure of the details, but it would appear that he and some of his new friends rode up and down the mountain several times, even though the tram was closed. They were caught by a security guard, who accused them of stealing the car and was mad that they had no clothes on. Bo pointed out that they hadn’t stolen the tram car because there it was, right where it was supposed to be, attached to the cable that runs up the mountain. The security guard called him a smart-ass and Bo agreed. Then Bo turned on that incubus charm of his and…well, an hour later another security guard came along and was quite surprised to find the first one with no clothes on, riding up and down the mountain with all the others.

Ricky says it’s a public relations disaster. Bo disagrees, and I’m not sure what to think.

I just want our tour bus fixed.

Tour: Day Seven

Albuquerque, New Mexico

Wow, so much drama these last few days over a little pool party! With everyone so pissy about it, I kept things a little quieter last night—just two girls after the show and none between sets. Ricky was so reassured that he didn’t even notice I managed to get a quick breakfast romp with one of the hotel maids. I’ve been told that they’re off limits, but I’m sure that’s just another of Ricky’s pruderies. I don’t know what Kalila sees in him, except that she’s a bit of a prude herself, so I guess it all works out.

So we’ve got another gig here tonight and I’m pretty excited. One of my girls from last night works for the tram and she says she can get us up there after hours. I wonder how many of us can get into one of those little cars, and how much we can make it swing? I have a feeling it’s going to be a fun time!