Patrick sighed as Road House's spunky new bassist emerged from the bathroom in a fuss. 

"Welcome to life on the road, missie." Patrick told Brandi with a weak grin. Patrick wondered what was with Road Sign and the band's uncanny poor luck with bassists. It always seemed that wherever the band went, the rotation of bassists played its course, whether because of one oddity or another...and now because of tragedy. However, Patrick thought maybe he should give this girl a chance. She has the raw talent, and certainly the ambition and energy of someone willing to commit to being a musician. It also helps that her brother was willing to drive the group to and fro on a penny on a dollar, but that was neither here nor there. However, Patrick knew that Brandi's princess charade was going to get old, and fast.

Patrick peaked through the backseat window, making sure that the gear was snugged nice and tight in the back. No need for any accidents, he didn't want this to end up like last year's tour. [i]Christ, what a mess that was. All that work, all of the dives we played in, all of the driving, and still no call back from any producers.[/i]