I doubt he realises I’ve noticed him. If he did, he’d probably stop, turn, and maybe smile. Maybe he’d look past me, not recognising my face at all. Surely, he can’t realise we’re both here in the same place once again.
It’s early for a Tuesday, too early to be drinking, but I’m too tired to go and explore the city. Being jet lagged is horrible, but at least this time we have some days off before we have to perform again. Next time the head-liner offers to take us on his private jet, I think I’