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who met Double Damage was vetted and the arenas they visited had proper security.
     
     
    He must have done a background check on me as well. Heath had specifically told me not to piss him off since he was a black belt in various martial arts and a crack shot with a gun. Mr. Han was one of the few people who could get the notorious playboy to behave.
     
     
    “So you must be the one teaching Heath his ABCs.”
     
     
    Tyler’s voice broke me out my thoughts. I saw the handsome guitarist sitting across me on the tour bus. I gave him a smile. “We’re working on more advanced topics.”
     
     
    “Not by much I imagine,” he said, his Irish accent betraying his Gaelic roots. Some gorgeous woman was half asleep on his lap. “Heath’s a musical genius but he’s got no mind for numbers. And he’s a prick to boot. A talented prick but a prick, nonetheless.”
     
     
    “Don’t worry about me, I’m used to problem students.”
     
     
    “At least, you’re riding with all the other peasants,” he chuckled. The woman on his lap stirred awake and took him in for a brief kiss. I suspected she wasn’t officially part of the tour. “Heath only used to let his old pet dog, Susan, ride with him. And all the other bitches he likes...”
     
     
    I looked at the woman next to him. “Did he treat Howard the same way?”
     
     
    Tyler smiled. “No, he always knew how to deal with Heath and his bullshit. God, I miss that guy.”
     
     
    “You knew him then?”
     
     
    “I worked with Double Damage back when they were playing for a half-pence a day in some hole in the wall in Liverpool,” he said proudly. It must have been a decade ago. “Heath had a temper but Howard could defuse him like a one man bomb squad. The two couldn’t be any more different but they were the best of mates.”
     
     
    It was something chewing over. “The opposite of Heath Lawrence? So Mr. Rogers?”
     
     
    “Nothing that extreme,” he laughed. “Aye, Howard was a smart lad. He even had a Ph.D. in music theory and mathematics when poor Heath could barely add up the week’s groceries. A damn shame the cancer got him when it did. We lost someone truly special that day.”
     
     
    That didn’t sound too unusual. Brian May from Queen was an astrophysicist and mathematician with a Ph.D. “I would’ve loved to meet a man like him.”
     
     
    Tyler continued. “He and Heath were like night and day. They still manage to make this band of theirs to work.”
     
     
    Suddenly, the bus came to a stop. I turned to the guitarist and asked. “What happened?”
     
     
    He picked up his belongings. “We reached our destination. Let’s hope Heath isn’t hung over.”
     
     
    I glanced out the window to see Heath leave his bus. “He looks sober enough…”
     
     
    Dave the bassist chuckled. “Let’s see how long that lasts!”
     
     
    As if on cue, Heath entered the ‘peasant bus.’ His dark hair was slicked back with designer hair gel. He wore a pair of faded jeans and an unbuttoned shirt. Bare muscle and dark tattoos could be seen on his exposed chest. “Come on, get up! We got a show waiting for us. Up!”
     
     
    Tyler raised an eye. “What’s gotten into you?”
     
     
    Ryan the drummer added. “Isn’t this usually the other way around? You were half asleep last time.”
     
     
    Dave laughed and shot me a wink. “Did that new teacher of your promise you extra points if you behaved?”
     
     
    “Oh, fuck off Dave,” Heath hissed. “I just want this fucking tour over with so I can skip back over the pond and get back home.”
     
     
    Tyler smiled. “I’m sure they’re dying to have you back after you shagged half the record label’s management.”
     
     
    “None of the fans give a fuck about you,” Heath growled. “I’m the man they’re here for. Count yourself lucky that you’re even able to play on stage!”
     
     
    Ryan joked. “You never let us forget, Heath.”
     
     
    “That’s because I’m