Matt's POV:

I'm sitting at home watching reruns of Bar Rescue. All I wanted was to know that Brian is all right. A ding from my phone pulls my attention.

Unlocking my phone I see that it's an instagram alert. The app opens. There is a picture of Brian with a fan in front of a bar.

Wait a minute. I hold my phone up to the television. That's the same bar.

Jumping on to the web I punch the name of the bar into the search engine. It tells me that the bar is located at 615 Bourbon Street New Orleans, Louisiana.

I say a silent thank you to whoever let this happen. Clicking off the TV I race upstairs.

Clothes are thrown into my bag. I pat Bella telling her I'm going to bring Brian home. Her tail ways happily. I almost forget to lock the door behind in my haste.

My foot is flooring the gas pedal all the way to LAX. Once there I order a ticket on the first flight to Louisiana. The attendant tells me that there's one that leaves two hours from now.

I tell her I'll take it. She prints off the ticket. Handing it over she tells me to have a good flight.

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The plane lands. Finally I'm in Louisiana. Grabbing my bag from the overhead bin I push past people on my way off the plane.

I hail a cab to take me to the French Quarter of New Orleans.

Notes

Happy 35th birthday to this sexy beast
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