“Can’t judge on that,” Gray said. “Going from a warm tour bus to standing in the cold air for almost an hour. My throat is sore right now from that air.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Mack said. He rubbed his face. Something about it just didn’t feel right. “What about on the bus?”
“What about?”
“I don’t know, he seemed like he was afraid to sing.”
“Maybe he just didn’t have the right lyrics to sing,” Gray said.
“You look for the best in everything, don’t you?” Mack asked.
Gray laughed. “Is there any other way to live?”
“Yeah, in reality,” Mack said.
A knock hit the window. It was Luke looking to get into the limo.
“Mack, I don’t know what he needs,” Gray said. “We’ll keep an eye on him though, okay? This has been such a whirlwind for all of us, especially him. The tour’s going to end soon and then we’ll get a chance to step back.”
Luke pounded on the window. “Guys!”
“For tonight,” Mack said as he put his finger to the button to unlock the door. “Maybe he just needs a stiff drink…”
Mack pressed the button and the doors unlocked. The door opened as Gray leaned over to Mack to add one more thing.