I dressed with care that evening. It was highly unlikely that I would get to see Monty, face to face, despite what he’d said. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t look my best. I wore all black—black leather vest, no shirt, black leather pants, and my trusty black boots. I could hardly wait.
I rode my motorcycle fifty miles to the arena, then joined the long line to get in. Man, when I got inside, the sheer size of the place was overwhelming. Rebel’s Ultimatum had been touring the world as an opening act, and they’d totally arrived. It was awesome.
It took another hour before the concert actually began, by which time the place was packed. I was smack dab in the middle, with a good view of the stage from where I stood. The TV monitors made the band appear bigger and closer, too.
Monty looked
