I really thought I was doing her a favour, answering that phone call. Because of me, we had a flight booked and somewhere to be tonight. To why wasn't she a little more thankful? I was the hero, the savior of the hour, she should be kissing my feet instead of acting like a mardy cow. I wasn't exactly thrilled about our cancelled gig in Indianapolis, even with Gellar rescheduling the dates. We'd never missed a gig, even at the height of our various addictions. We were there every night, craving that feeling when you're out in front of thousands, making the kind of magic only we can make. I thought I was being quite the gentleman in all of this, albeit a gentleman who wanted to have a little fun.
And I'm glad I pissed her off with the notebook thing. It actually worked out well for her in
