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fans are going to be crazy, the press starving for anything you want to feed them, so unless it is an approved press conference, no talking to the press. In other words, don’t feed the animals,” I tell them.
    They nod their agreement. “I have a question.”
    I want to roll my eyes because-well shit-because it’s Dex. “Yes,” I say calmly.
    “What happens if we talk, unapproved?” he asks.
    I’m impressed, a logical question. I shrug. “Nothing really, depending on what you say. The problem with talking to one reporter verses dozens at a time is that there is no one to corroborate what was said. Your words can be edited or twisted, or god only knows. Reporters are hungry and relentless jerks that will take anything you say and try to twist it around. Remember too that any chick who’s trying to crank your chain-,” snickers fill the small space, I ignore them, “has the potential to be a reporter.”
    “Are you trying to scare us straight?” Mouse asks.
    I laugh. “Absolutely. They’re a waste of time.” More laughter and I roll my eyes. “No, Mouse, I’m not. I’m just trying to make you aware of the fact that you’re no longer small town boys playing in a bar in the middle of Podunk nowhere. You’re famous, you’re rich, you’re fucking rock stars, and girls will do anything to get you between their legs.”
    “You sound like you know from personal experience,” Kyle says with a rather straight face, but his eyes are wrinkled in the corners, giving me the impression that he’s joking around.
    “I’ve been around musicians for more than seven years, some who are extremely famous and some not so much. With the exception of the females, it’s a musician’s M.O. And when a girl has that much power over someone rich and famous, they’re going to do anything.” I shake my head. “Look, I didn’t mean to turn this into an anti-sex campaign, but the truth of it is that your dicks are what will get you in trouble every time. So please, just watch yourself, and come to me if anything happens that you can’t control.”
    “You got it,” Talon says without hesitation.
    “Okay, moving on. We have standing reservations in both Phoenix and Albuquerque; I need to know where you guys would like to stay after the Phoenix show Sunday night. If we take off for New Mexico on Monday morning, we’d be there early afternoon and have all day Tuesday and then Wednesday before the show. If we stay in Phoenix, we don’t need to leave until Wednesday morning, so I need to know what you’d like to do?”
    “Stay in Phoenix,” Talon says and everyone else nods.
    “Alright, I’ll make the arrangements. Now, onto this morning’s press conference.”
     
    The rest of the meeting lasts another twenty minutes. I give the guys some pointers on dealing with the press and answering questions. After about five minutes of debate, they finally agree that Talon will be the one to call for the questions. Also there is the matter of a large receiving line of fans standing by for autographs. If they decide to sign, take pictures or whatever, then everyone needs to be back on the bus by ten forty-five in order to get out of here by eleven for the two-hour drive to San Diego. The other plus side to being downtown is we should, with any luck, have less traffic to deal with.

 
     
     
     
    The press conference goes off without a hitch. The band spent the better part of an hour answering questions, most of which revolved around their new album and when it will be released. Weirdly, Talon turned to me to answer that question. It was awkward, but I think I handled it pretty well. “Right now their focus is on the tour. Once the tour is over, the band is scheduled in the studio to work on it. Vicious Records will have more details in the coming months.” That was my response and by ten I had an email from Trinity congratulating me on fielding the question. She spent a good portion of the email telling me that she knew I was