Jonathan saw the new, blue tinted streetlights pass by, one by one, as the limousine made it's way from the Pico Plano Bar to the Golf Club. As he started considering getting a driver's licence now that he wasn't in New York anymore, a song came in the radio and hypnotized him. [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xWLT-7yUrtM]The slow melody went from the speakers to his ears, and from there to his head; where the words that accompanied it stayed.[/url] He vaguely remembered going to Neil Young's studio when he was five with his father, who was trying to convince the Canadian troubador to let him use the still unreleased [i]Trans[/i] as the official score for his then upcoming sci-fi picture. Although the memory seemed distant now, Jonny could still hear Young's advice to him clearly, [b]"Boy, don't let your pa's bullshit drown you. Because God knows there's enough of it to drown him."[/b] Funny, now that he though back to it. He started wondering about everything everyone had told him, trying to figure out if he had ever met another unknowing prophet. But as he tried to remember, the limo came to a stop.

He came out as the blinding flashes came to a sudden stop. He wasn't worth wasting the camera's space with, there were bigger stars arriving soon. Once inside, Jonathan tried to make a mental map of the club's landmarks.

[b]"Bar. Bathroom. Backdoor. Stage. Table? Where the hell is my table?"[/b]