Teddy Wayne - The Love Song of Jonny Valentine

I hit the remote control next to the bed and turned on the lights to play The Secret Land of Zenon. Normally the game helped me fall asleep after a show. But tonight I was too wired, so after a while on Level 63 I paused it and called Janes room next door. Maybe talking to her would calm me down, or at least she could give me one of her zolpidems.

It rang six times before going to the hotels voice mail. I tried her cell.

Jonathan? Jane said through loud background music.

I thought you were staying in tonight, I said. From the songs bass line, I could tell it was Madonnas Like a Virgin, which has a dance groove that closely mimics Billie Jean, even though its directly influenced by that old Motown song I Cant Help Myself. But pretty much everyone rips off bass lines.

The label asked me to meet a radio producer for a drink, she said. And turn off the game.

Zenon still plays background music when its paused, synthesized strings and light percussion, and I guess she could hear it over the Madonna. Its savvy audience-loyalty retention strategy, because it reminds you the world of Zenon is still there, always waiting for you to come back.

I cant sleep. When are you coming home?

Im not sure. Take a zolpidem.

I finished all the ones you gave me. Can Walter or someone from concierge get the bottle from your room?

Absolutely not, she said. I dont want anyone poking through my stuff. Youll have to fall asleep on your own.

I ran my hand over the puffy white comforter. Hotel beds are way too big, like the mattress and sheets are swallowing you up and you could disappear inside them if you arent careful, and it can be harder to fall asleep in a luxury king than it used to be in a sleeping bag on the carpet at Michael Carnss house.

Can you sing the lullaby, at least? I asked. Sometimes it made me sleepier.

She waited a few seconds. Then she quietly sang the part of the lullaby that goes

Hush-a-bye, dont you cry

Go to sleepy, little baby

Go to sleepy, little baby

When you wake, you shall have

All the pretty little horses

All the pretty little horses

She doesnt have a great voice, but she sang it slow and low. Im sorry for snapping before, but try to go to sleep, she said. We have an early start and a big day tomorrow.

Good night, Jane.

Good night, baby, she said, and hung up.

I put down the phone and stared at it. It was easy for her to say I should try to fall asleep when she wasnt the one whod just performed for two hours in front of a capacity crowd of 17,157 fans and had to take a meeting with the label tomorrow back in L.A., who was probably going to voice their concerns that the new album hadnt meaningfully charted yet, which meant it never would, since sales momentum rarely reverses at this stage in the game unless theres a major publicity coup. And now that Id convinced myself zolpidem was the only way, I didnt have a chance without it.

Walter needed his shut-eye to be alert enough to protect me, and I wasnt supposed to call Nadine for nontutoring issues unless it was an emergency and she didnt like it when I took zolpidem, plus neither of them could get access to Janes room anyway and they might tell her Id asked them.

I had one other option, but Id never tried anything like this on tour before. If it didnt work, Id be in big trouble, but thinking about my schedule the next few days, a bad nights sleep might be worse. My body shook a little as I picked the phone up again and called the front desk.

Hi, I said. Im in 2811. Can I get into 2810, belonging to Jane Valentine, under the name Jane Valentino?

The woman who answered sounded black, but its hard to locate accents in a city like Vegas, where everyones from someplace else. She went, Im sorry, but we cant allow anyone access to guest rooms.

I told her I was Janes son, Jonny, and it was okay. Hold up, she said. Youre Jonny Valentine?

I said yeah, and she laughed. Uh-huh, right, she said. Her voice changed the way it does when people think Im fooling them. Even if you were Jonny Valentine, I dont know if I could do it.

I was probably checked in under James or Jason Valentino, so I told her that, and said, If I could prove who I am, will you let me in? and she said shed believe it when she saw it, so I asked where she was working and what her name was.

Then my body really started shaking, except part of it was from setting the thermostat to sixty-four since colder temperatures make you burn more chub. I changed out of my pajamas and put on my sunglasses and Dodgers hat and stood on top of a chair to scope out the peephole for any child predators. If I ran into someone without Walter providing crowd buffer to prevent interference or trampling or abduction, I needed something to cover my face, so I grabbed the teen-demo glossy with my one-page write-up in it that the label had messengered over in the morning. It wasnt the smartest disguise, because there was a small photo of me in the top horizontal strip, which meant my plan was to cover my real face with a picture of my face. But, as usual, Tyler Beats owned the central real estate and commanded consumer attention, with a candid of him holding hands with a brunette actress and the headline TYLERS NEW SQUEEZE!

I poked my head out to make sure the hall was clear. It mightve been fun to do this with someone else, but on my own, it was way scarier than preshow butterflies at the MGM Grand Garden Arena.

I didnt have Walter with me getting clearance to use the freight elevator, so I inhaled down to my diaphragm and ran to the regular bank. If wed had penthouse suites, I couldve just taken a private elevator to the private concierge lounge, but the label didnt spring for them in every city this tour. They didnt want to do it at all at first, but Jane fought them to a compromise.

One was coming down, and the closer it got to the twenty-eighth floor, the more nervous it made me that I was going somewhere by myself. I didnt know what would be worse, encountering a child predator or Jane finding out Id left my room alone.

So I imagined I was playing Level 63. Instead of being in Vegas, I was in The Secret Land of Zenon, and I wasnt trying to get the key-card to Janes room, I was looking for the key to a locked castle door. The easiest part was pretending about experience points, since you get them in Zenon for exploring and experimenting with different actions you dont do in other games. Like if you reach a real locked castle door and dont have the key, you might get points for picking the lock, or breaking it down with your sword, or setting it on fire with a torch, or casting a spell to destroy all nearby wood. You dont know what gives you the most points until you do it, and when you get enough, a gem appears, which means you can fight the Emperors minion on that level and advance to the next one. Most of the time, I dont even care much about getting to the next level. I just like doing whatever I want, seeing what gives me experience points, and wandering around wherever I want in Zenon, over the tall mountains and through the deep forests and into the dark dungeons.

The elevator opened with a gray-haired guy in a relaxed-fit suit and tie. He looked up from his phone at me for a couple seconds when the door slid open, but I think he was wondering what a random kid in sunglasses was doing by himself in a Vegas hotel elevator at ten oclock on a Thursday night. Thats the nice thing about flying business class, the business guys are too far out of my demo to visually ID me, unless they have daughters who are rabid fans. He seemed safe, but I sized him up like Walter would, since sometimes the guys who look the most normal are the biggest pervs of all.