Three Months Later

It had been a bit since Billy Royce's unforgettable cruise gig. While the audience had been great, it was time spent with Hank and Veevee Menard that had really been the highlight of that time. Veevee had given him their home address and phone number should he ever come around their neck of the woods. He had a tour to finish up before he could think about that, his fans always came first. After it ended however, he now had time for himself. He was in town, but unfortunately had lost the Menards' phone number. He figured it must have been when Ziggy, his drummer, had drunkenly used his phone and erased a bunch of stuff. Fortunately he had written their address down on a piece of paper. Sometimes the old ways were the best ways.

He'd been very careful when arriving, using a rental car as well as paying the dealers to keep hush-hush over him being in the town. He wore a pair of jean shorts and a Fozzy t-shirt. He kept his trademark black locks tied in a ponytail, something he rarely did as another means to throw people off. He stopped his car and checked the address of the house.

"Yep, this is it. Hope I'm not coming at a bad time." Aside from the sexual attraction, he genuinely liked the Menards and didn't want to inconvenience them. He took a deep breath before getting out of the car and walking up to the porch and ringing the doorbell.