A roadie steals your notebook

This is a really cool notebook! Two hundred and fifty pages of crisp, unlined paper. You have been writing in it for a year and a half, and now it is almost full, containing all the lyrics of your last bands last album on it, and several songs that will probably comprise the next one.

You leave it on your cot and head off backstage to prepare for the show. Later on you realize you forgot your eyepatch, the one all of shiney silver discs. Can't forget that! The show cannot go on without it! You must rush outside to the tour bus to get it... but, something is wrong. The eyepatch has been moved, and... the notebook is gone!

Someone took it. Motherfuckers. Just have to think who it might have been. You saw Andy Fatts, one of the roadies, leaving the bus as you walked out earlier. There he is right now, just across the lot. Looks like he is jabbering away on his mobile phone. Just need to find something...

"500 dollars? Why, sure, I'll consider that bid, and hit you back when my other clients give me a number. Holla atcha, son!" says Andy into his mobile, cheered by another successful theft and soon-to-be sale. Something has got to pay for all his oxy, and ripping off bands has done the job so far.

"Only 500 bucks? I'm insulted!" you snarl from behind, a big yellow brick you found under the bus in your left hand.

"Man, it's just the Quick Nods--- oh, shit! YOU!!"

"Of course! I must thank you for returning me my notebook," you jeer him with great relish, hoisting the brick up, "And now..."

CLUNK! Andy Fatts goes down with a busted head, tumbling over unconscious to the ground. You bend over to reclaim the notebook, inspecting it for any damage or predations. It all seems together, but you wonder if it wouldn't be a good investment to buy a safe for touring. Grabby glad-hand roadies are everywhere!