Poutine Action Films Studio

The show’s over...but the job isn’t.
“This is what I like to do after a show.”
A drink.
A wall.
A mark you leave behind.
…
And somehow,
nothing went wrong.
Everyone got along.
No disasters.
No real problems.
…
Just a few moments
that could’ve gone the other way.
…
But it held.
Every night,
it held.
…
Last notes.
Crowd still loud.
Lights going down.
You pack it up.
One last time.
…
Maybe your favorite tour.
Maybe.
Not all tours go like this.
…
Next one’s already coming.
This is tour life.

If it breaks... it’s on you.
So you fix it yourself.
Strings.
Tuning.
Everything.
…
And then it snaps anyway.
“It’s a constant battle.”
Now it’s live.
No reset.
No pause.
From the side,
you’re on it.
Waiting for it.
Because if you miss it,
everyone sees it.
…
It happens fast.
Too fast.
And then it’s gone.
Like nothing happened.
…
“Smooth machine.”
Yeah.
Until it isn’t.
This is tour life.
Most people never see this part.

You finally get a day off... and it still goes sideways.
Middle of the night.
Missed the last train.
Now you’re out there.
Cold.
Lost.
Nothing makes sense.
Wrong turns.
No direction.
“We can’t f*ck this up.”
You can’t lose anyone.
And it just keeps getting worse.
Cars flying past.
No one slowing down.
Even the GPS doesn’t help.
You try to figure it out.
Walk?
Cab?
At some point,
you’re just guessing.
But you keep moving.
Because you have to.
…
Maybe you should’ve taken a cab.
This is tour life.