The scene at AT & T Stadium was surreal as we took the stage. There’s something about one hundred and five thousand people packed in a stadium that is just unreal. I’m certainly not complaining because the reception we got was incredible and it provided us with the adrenaline to cut loose and put on an unforgettable show.
Feeling emboldened by the positive reviews of the soundtrack for “Holy Sinner, ” I asked the crowd if they wanted to hear some of the album. A thunderous cheer came roaring back at me, and we proceeded to go wild. Cullen temporarily put down his guitar and picked up a harmonica, which he played with amazing skill. I could hear the crowd gasp when he blew into the harp, and they got to see another musical facet of the Sorcerer.
The there was Ray.
A prodigious guitar talent, the crazy bastard immediately picked up on the music and played it like he wrote the songs. His interplay with Kim was astounding, and it allowed me to get down and dirty on the slide. I expanded Enrico’s role, and he sang his heart on a couple of the songs, showing his formidable vocal chops. Rory, Jonah, and Beck were their stellar selves as always.
We played the whole album, and the stadium shook.
The show provided non-stop thrills for us and apparently did the same for the fans who made their presence heard all night. We gave it our all, and the crowd went home happy, which is always the goal. The stadium security team looked relieved as we headed to the showers. “You okay,” I asked one of them. “Good Lord, that was insane. The crowd behaved, but it was loud in here, and they kept it up all night long,” he replied. “Yeah, wasn’t it great,” I said. The officer laughed and patted me on the back. “You’re a nut, Scragg.” “Thanks for the terrific job you guys did, it is appreciated,” I then told him. “It’s our job, Scragg, and we know you care,” he replied.
After showering up, we headed to the airport, and after our stuff was loaded onto the jet, we took off to San Antonio. Robert Van Lear sat next to me and Miller Hatteberg, another billionaire land baron who has a stake in the oil business, took the seat across from mine. They said they had business in San Antonio and will are delighted that can fly us there. “It was a great show, and it made me feel like a kid again,” Van Lear said. “Good, we did our job,” I replied. “I wish there were more festive times in this country,” the oilman then said. “That’s going to take more than wishing,” I replied. “I know, and I realize that something has to be done to bridge this divisiveness that is tearing us apart.” “We need to lower the volume and take a step back,” I said. “That’s it,” Van Lear asked. “It’s a start.” “It’s not that simple.” “I didn’t say it was simple, in fact, it’s hard as hell to listen and not get riled up at things you don’t want to hear; however, if you want to curb some of this discourse, then people are going to have to shut the fuck up and take a breather from all the fussing,” I said. The two billionaires gave me a stunned look. “Oh yeah, I got your attention when I used profanity,” I said with a smile.
I didn’t want to talk about the political and social divide in the country after a kickass show, but that was my fate for getting a free flight to San Antonio. I decided to ask them point blank what this was really all about and they both gave me the same dazed expression. “You guys aren’t frightened, you’re trying to make shit disappear like it never happened. Marty, can you come here please,” I asked my manager. “What do you need, Scragg,” he asked. “Type in Miller Hatteberg and see what comes up besides land and oil,” I said. Marty did, and within seconds we discovered that the billionaire is active in auto racing, both in NASCAR and Formula One. “Shit, and look here, he’s all over the place, and now he can’t be. “Now, look up Robert Van Lear.” “I’m into the rodeo, and we’re trying to assemble a new security team so we can get our lives back,” Bucking Bobby screamed. “No, this has nothing to do with fright, it’s about covering up a crime,” I replied.
Van Lear and Hatteberg wanted to jump out of the plane.
“Oh God, I’m sorry,” Hatteberg pleaded. “Yeah, here’s what happened, last May, you, Van Lear and a couple of other billionaires went down to Galveston for some fun in the sun. Unfortunately, things got out of hand and your security details imbibed and enjoyed the services of prostitutes, which a couple were infected with a nasty strain of syphilis. That’s bad, but then, a couple of your goons assaulted a young girl named Lisa Aguiar, who doesn’t remember much because of the trauma. This charade is over, but you guys are going to pay,” I said.
Hatteberg threw up.
“Oh God, what do want,” Van Lear pleaded. “Nothing, Lisa Aguiar was a med student and will be again because you’re going to pay for it, plus, you’re going to set her family up for life. Christ, I need to scrub down after taking this fucking flight.” “How did you find out,” Van Lear asked. “Shut the fuck up,” I screamed. The billionaire recoiled in his chair and began to sob.
We landed in San Antonio, got our stuff, and then checked into the hotel. I told Brodowski and Marnell that if they took that job that they were dickheads and would have their balls chopped off. They assured me they would do no such thing. The rest of the security team looked at me in disbelief and then asked if there was anything I wanted them to do. “You’re good,” I replied. “We feel like idiots,” Charles said. “Don’t, you were following orders.” “No, this is fucked up.” “You’re right, but we straightened it out.” “How did you know?” “Something told me it was fucked up. They were going to try and buy you guys. Barton had no idea, but he’s gotta stop associating with shit like this. Those other rich pricks at that meeting were also played like chumps. These two fucks are something else, but we’ll make sure they pay, even though it’ll never be enough.”
I then went to bed.