You are Kinetix. It’s 4:00 AM and yet the air hangs heavy at a stifling 92 degrees. The van is idle, slouched on the side of the road courtesy of a flat trailer tire with no spare. It’s been a few days since a proper night’s sleep and if you look to the west and blur your eyes you just might be able to make out the comfort of a bed and the safety of home. What faint moonlight remains, dims to black.
It’s bright now, and time to get in gear. Funny, how when the sun is shining everything else fades away. The van is in motion and carries five sly grins, and it’s easy enough to shake off the daze. The afternoon drifts by and you can feel it, 100 miles east is Bella de Fiore, building itself from the ground up. It’s bubbling, waiting on the final pieces to arrive and set the weekend free. You arrive and step onto the stage, but really you might as well be in the crowd. The lights go up, music rushes through everyone, and it all shines through rock and roll.
You could have turned around, but then, you might never find a love like this again.