Prologue: The towel had been white once, but after one too many battles with Ryan Ross’s stage makeup, it had turned a sickly grey-green. Ryan half-thought that was a good metaphor, maybe something he could use in a song, before deciding, no. It was just a dirty towel. He scrubbed at his face, trying to wash off the black circles around his eyes for a full five minutes before he realized that they weren’t makeup. They were just what happened when you hadn’t slept for three days. He sighed and... read more
