Sex on the Road

Just after Jackson started working at the small garage in Indiana, Amanda and Johnny’s tour bus pulled onto the lot, with smoke billowing from the rear. As he walked to the bus, he heard a commotion filtering out to him from inside. He didn’t have any idea how his life was going to change in the next few years. If he’d known, he might have let another mechanic take a look at the ailing bus.
As he stood waiting, Jackson saw a man with dark hair lean out the window. He shouted at Jackson, “How about checking this damn thing out?” Jackson nodded as he walked around to the rear and popped the engine access panel looking at the engine on the hot summery day. Sweat poured off his brow and he took his handkerchief out wiping the moisture away. While he inspected the steamy motor, he heard more noises from inside the bus. Several people were in a screaming match and a person would have to be deaf not to hear the shouts.
“Well, then you’re fucking fired!” Jackson heard a woman’s voice shout. “We don’t need a whiner or thief with us twenty-four hours a day.”
“I wouldn’t drive for you anymore even if you paid me a million dollars,” a man’s harsh words added to the argument. “Get somebody else to be at your beck and call. I’ve had it.”
“We can arrange that,” the male voice chimed in. “We’ve always treated you like one of the family, but after today, all we want is to see the back end of you heading out. Now, get the hell out of here before I throw you out”
“Yeah, well, here are your keys.” Jackson heard the metal keys hitting the wall of the bus. He also heard the door slam and the glass rattling. He thought any minute the people arguing would be out in the parking lot going at it. The next thing he saw was a male figure stomping off for the small office of the station.
He pushed his head beneath the hood again, but heard voices and looked up. He saw the very recognizable couple walking toward him. Jackson couldn’t believe his eyes. It was Amanda Berry and Johnny Wales, the rock and roll singing stars, known from coast to coast and internationally. Many a time he’d watched them on television, with Johnny playing the electric guitar and Amanda behind the piano hammering the ivory keys. When they reached him, Jackson’s face still wore a shocked expression.
“How would you like a job driving our bus?” Johnny spoke up, reaching out to shake Jackson’s hand. “Oh, and by the way, we’re Johnny Wales and Amanda Berry. What’s your name?”
Jackson felt as if his tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth. Who didn’t know the famous duo? They had so many hits, you’d have had to be a hermit not to recognize them. Jackson wiped his hands on a shop towel, before meeting the man half way. “I’m Jackson Grant. And you want me to drive? Just like that? No questions asked?” A surprised expression danced across Jackson’s face. He knew his commercial license covered driving a bus, but these people didn’t know a thing about him. He could be just as bad as the driver they’d sent on his way, or a serial killer for all they knew.