Bo ran her over the riff until she hated it.
"You're playing with your head," he said. "You need to practice until you can play it in your sleep. When you get into the zone it's like you have all these possibilities and nothing is real until you make it real. There is nothing else like it."
"If it's so glorious, why do you drink until you can't play?" She went to the table to get her water and grab a head ache pill from her purse.
"The only thing keeping me from drinking is drumming and s*x. I'm not doing so good on either of those, am I?" He shoved his hands in front of her. They shook almost uncontrollably. "I don't shake because I drink; I drink because I shake. If I drink just the right amount the shaking stops, but I can't stop there. The booze pulls me in until I can't play at all
