Lala

Lala made a right turn onto mainstreet. Standing in front of the concert hall was Brodie the roadie. He sat on a drum case smoking a cigarette. He had greyed around the edges maybe gained ten pounds, but he looked much the same as he had the last time Lala had seen him. Only he wasn’t with the old group anymore. He was with Vegas Vertigo. .. 1822 and counting...