Hours later, I trudged out of the jungle near the rubble of the bombed-out theater. The sun was just rising, painting the sky a pale rose. Hordes of tropical birds were going crazy with their daily dawn chorus, filling the air with every sort of song and cry.
As the first splash of daylight flowed over the landscape, I could see the bruises on my arms, already turning deep purple. Both arms were covered with them, as was my face and much of my body. E.P. had given me quite a beating back at the camp; J.L. had gotten in some licks, too, though M.J. had never touched me.
So that was how it felt to get a beat-down from legendary music superstars. That was how it felt to get smacked around by your heroes.
I had to hand it to them, they'd made it look good. Then, E.P. had flown me acro
