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Vince just gave a slight grin that was hardly noticeable in the half second it took to disappear. He was groggy, tired, and rather dazed. He didn't want to be awake that was for sure, and wondered why he didn't just close his eyes and go back to sleep instead of getting out of bed. Now it was too late and he was stuck in the land of the living, and with no breakfast to show for it! That was the trouble with living in an apartment full of bandies. Half the time everyone was too drunk or stoned to make anything to eat, and the other half the time everyone was too lazy or busy wasting time to do it. Also nobody ever bothered to get much more than alchohol and snack foods, so the only real meals came from restaurants that were hard to get to unless you were sober..which luckily enough for Vince he usually was. He didn't like drugs, the high feeling he experienced when he did do them didn't appeal and so he easily quit. Drinking was never really a habit for him either, he didn't like the taste and so he only drank it when the band had their wild parties..if he didn't ditch them to go out with his "playmates".

"I'm headed out, I'll be back whenever," Vince announced to anyone who might care that he was leaving, but most were too preoccupied or hungover to care or even notice his disappearance from the apartment. He walked to the door and opened it, accidentally slamming it on the way out. He had pulled too hard, partially due to not being fully awake yet and partially due to a bit of stress that he couldn't explain that had been eating at him and growing slowly for months now. Was the life of a rocker getting to him to be not what he had expected? Sure, he got all the sex he wanted and he had fun doing what he did for money..playing guitar in front of people..but just something didn't feel right. Something was missing, and he wasn't sure what it was or how to find it..everything was just more confusing now.

When Vince finally got to the car, he just opened the door and sat down..not putting the keys in the ignition or anything, and just leaned his head back and closed his eyes, running his fingers through his hair.

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Vince was lost in thought and sleepiness and didn't even notice that Mel had come up to his car door, and so he jumped with a startled look as she threw open his door.

“I was making breakfast...” She snapped, a small smile creeping up over her lips.

Vince could hardly even stutter out a reply. The first thing he noticed, besides her yelling, was the fact that her shirt had revealed over an inch of her stomach..and he couldn't help but think how inviting it looked for the split second it took him to snap back to reality. "I..uh..uhm..so..sorry?" he stuttered nervously until she smiled and with a deep breath he began to speak again. "Sorry," he said, "I just need some time alone I guess," he said with a sigh and a look of hopefulness..he didn't think she was mad but he was hoping she would understand and let him leave. He wasn't sure what'd he do, but he just couldn't think with the environment of the apartment he shared with the other band members.

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The air was cool against Ella's skin as she got out of the shower. She had opted for a cold shower this afternoon to help her wake up. In a rush, she dried off and got dressed. Stepping out of the door, she was pleased to note some of the partiers had managed to leave by there own power. Though she was not sure if there being less people to step on in the process of getting to her room was a good thing or not.

Opening the door to Mel's and her bedroom, she noticed the other girl staring at the celling. Ella was tempted to walk away right then, but forced herself not to. "You know that can kill you?" She said walking into the room and shut the door behind her. She dumped her dirty cloths in one bag, and pulled out a sketch pad and pack of art stuff from another.

Ella sat down on her bed and began to draw the concert form last night. After s few seconds she stopped and looked at Mel. "You don't like me do you?" She tried to ask in a flat vioce, but some sadness crept through. Turning her head, she went back to drawing, pulling out a color pencil. "I mean why should you?"

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In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence and loathing seizes him.
-Friedrich Nietzsche

Dave stood motionless as everyone seemed to go on their ways. "What the fuck is this? Everyone leaves?"
Dave didn't really care, he was still tired and unsociable. He strode over to the kitchen and got out some pizza that was two days old. He threw it in the microwave and let it heat.
He ate it quick, he always ate like that. People joked that he could eat a platoon of soldiers under the table...but it was no joke he could drink them under the table.

It suddenly clicked in his head, they were auditioning manager's and he knew he'd have to be respectable. He quickly scoffed down the rest of his pizza and made his way to the shower.
He had it hot, he always liked it hot. He sat on the tiled floor, finding a certain tranquility in the steam, the heat and the running water.

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Jack had been lucky when he had gotten to the music store. It had turned out that since the store was under renovations, there was truthfully nothing for him to do. Pushing through the plastic wrap that covered the door, he found a small note that told him what needed to be done, and did it all within 45 minutes.

With moving the boxes out back from Fender and Gibson into the store's back room done in so short of time, he quickly went upstairs to his apartment room and showered, not spending much too time in there.

Another 15 minutes later and he was dressed, shaved, groomed, and out the door. He started to button up the shirt but decided against it, instead unbuttoning the collared long sleeved shirt to reveal the black tee shirt beneath.

By the time he reached the house almost all of the moochers had left. That left his band mates. That much was to be thankful for. He opened the door without even knocking as he stepped inside, walking over to his own room as he put down the things he had brought (Sandwiches, soda, and his bass guitar. He was alot like Mel in the fact that he liked everyone to remain happy. And the fact that there was a bass guitar...well...he was a bassist.)

Walking to the girl's room he knocked twice as he placed 2 sandwiches and two sodas on the ground as he walked off, just throwing the rest into the living room. The guys would fight over the food, and he didn't feel like losing a finger over their choices between bologna and turkey.

Once everything was how it should be, he picked up a few things off of the floor before returning to the entertainment room, sitting down in a recliner as he turned on the TV, closing his eyes. This was the way it was supposed to be. Life was tough, the pay was meager, and there was always something to fall asleep to on the television.

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This will be one of my last weeks here before I take out all the stakes and leave here. Anyone who wants to get in contact with me afterwards, message me.

It took Vince about a half hour after Mel walked away to finally start the car and leave the parking lot. His head was clearer now and the stress had temporarily faded from his mind into a more peaceful mindset. He decided that until he knew what was missing in his life it wasn't worth worrying about, and that he couldn't find an answer to a question not yet asked of him. With a more peaceful mind he drove off into the city, not really sure where he would go or what we would do..all he knew was that he was hungry and wanted some food soon.

Mel's last words to him somewhat rang in his head. They were looking for a manager, something that didn't seem like a big deal until one really thought about it. The choice would determine their futures, and they had to make a good one or suffer the consequences.

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It took a short while, but soon Dave shut off the taps. He sacrificed tranquility for always ready hot water and a little more money to spend on booze. He got out and rubbed himself down with a towel, blow drying his hair and tying it up in a pony-tail. He set about re-dressing himself, all the while eyeing his bottle of whiskey.
He didn't think it would be too bad if he finished it, there was only a little bit left.

Sure enough, Dave emerged from the bathroom with an empty bottle of whiskey. If one was to look in his eyes they'd see that he had re-drunken himself into a mild state of intoxication. He came into the living room and sat down on a couch. He breathed deeply, shifting in his seat for a moment. He eventually spoke, saying to Jack, "You ever think about what it would be like to fuck Mel or Ella?" He paused before adding, "What about both of them together? Imagine if they totally got naked and had a fuckin' tongue party...damn that'd be so fuckin' hot."
Dave sat there, chuckling at the thought.

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