Sitting behind the scenes, it felt like the garage annex stairs of Boorman House, dark dusty wooden floor. We were exhausted after the show. I'd only been backstage but felt as if I'd been the one in the lights. So much to get done in zero time, and we had all pulled it off. I sat with my back against the cool wall. One of the brothers came and sat on my lap, snuggling against me. All right, Liam, enough nonsense, you know I've had enough of you. He laughed and showed me the new flyers. On the front was the obligatory stuff about the band re-forming indefinitely for the tour. Below that was a patch of rough gray match-scratching stuff, labeled Jessicapierce. I took out a match and tried to light it. The match broke and I tried another, which failed to light, and I tried another. What am I doing wrong? Liam was falling over laughing. It's a joke, don't you see? Don't you see what we're trying to say? I wasn't sure I liked it.