Day 75 of the Girls Behaving Badly tour
Edison: When do we get to start the countdown.
Fancy: Countdown for what?
Edison: Counting down the days until you’re back in my arms.
Fancy: Wait let me pull up my calendar. I count fifteen days.
Edison: Damn fifteen days? I need the number to be in the single digits.
Fancy: You need to enjoy your last few weeks alone because when I get back, I’m not letting you out of my sight. You are going to be sick of me after the first few days.
Edison: Not possible.
Day 86 of the Girls Behaving Badly tour
Fancy: Four days and a wake up.
Edison: I think I should warn you before you return. That I’ve dyed all my hair platinum blond.
Fancy: Whoa.
Edison: Yep. It was late one night, and I had one too many beers and dyed my hair, brows, and balls blond.
Fancy: Very funny.
Edison: It was funny at the time but now not so much.
Fancy: You’re joking right?
Edison: You’ll just have to wait and see. I tell you what when I go to The Tipsy Owl I no longer have to pay for my beers. Blonds do have more fun.
Day 88 of the Girls Behaving Badly tour
Edison: I miss you so much it hurts.
Fancy: We’re so close. I feel like my entire body is tingling in anticipation.
Edison: Hmm … you might want to get that checked out.
Fancy: Make sure you tell my mother no parties. I don’t want a big fuss. I just want it to be me and you.
Edison: I can assure you there are no parties scheduled on your first day back. I can’t attest to anything that may be planned after that.
Fancy: Ugh, that woman will find any reason to invite people over.
Edison: I’m nervous.
Fancy: Why?
Edison: I just feel like you’re giving up a lot for me. And I don’t want you to wake up one day and resent me for decisions you made so we could be together.
Fancy: I’m not stupid. I’ve thought about this long and hard. And I’ve waffled, but not because of you. I want everything you have to offer Edison Birch.
Edison: I love the fuck outta you, Francesca.
Our last performance was in Seattle, Washington. From my dressing room, I could already feel the kinetic energy from the crowd. Whiskey Wild’s very first performance was at the Hume Sweet Summer Jubilee. Back then our stage name was Wildflowers because we were ten. It was chilly and I’d eaten an entire candy apple and was afraid I was going to barf. When we got on stage, and I strummed the starting notes on my guitar, a sense of calm fell over me. Granted, the crowd consisted of about fifty people, and we were currently selling out arenas and performing in front of thousands. But everyone has to start somewhere. And that small crowd in Hume with Edison standing in the very front cheering us on was how I got mine.
