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all together. They could
have called off the rest of the tour and did some serious soul searching. They
could have tracked Rick down and forced him to... to what?
    That was the question
that burned inside Rick.
    He really didn’t know
what he wanted Johnnie, Danny, Davey, and Chris to do. He knew that Chasing
Cross was more of a business than a band right then. They were a brand, a way
to earn a very good living, but now Rick had what he wanted. A house with a
garage. The papers were signed and a moving truck had already picked up his
stuff from a storage unit and was to delivery everything by the time he got
home from the show. On top of that, a quick few phone calls had a slew of
musicians stopping by within the next few days to try out and jam with Rick.
Rick really didn’t call it a new
band , he just simply said he wanted to jam out and have a little
fun.
    Once in the arena, Rick
began walking the concourse, looking for his section number. The first table on
the right was a Chasing Cross table. The merchandise table was packed with
people standing four deep. There was no real line and everyone stood shoulder
to shoulder, gently bumping each other as if it was the end of the world and
they wanted the last piece of bread.
    Rick kept walking.
    The next table was for
Fallen Tuesday. The line there was almost as big as the one for Chasing Cross.
Rick paused for a second and looked at some of the people in that line. It wasn’t
just kids and young adults, it was everyone. Hell, a lot of the people in the
Fallen Tuesday line wore Chasing Cross t-shirts. There was definitely something
to be said for that, but Rick wasn’t sure what.
    He walked again and
didn’t stop until he found his seat. He climbed concrete steps for what felt
like miles upon miles until he came to the very last section of the arena.
There were only six rows in the section, he had the first row. When he looked
up, he was close enough that it appeared like he could touch the top. He sat
and put a foot up on the railing and gazed upon the stage. It was all shapes at
this point, the distance took away any real chance of seeing anything. Flags of
accomplishments set by the local sports teams hung from the arena ceiling.
    On each side of the stage
and above it were large screens. Those screens would display the concert, for
fans like Rick who couldn’t see. It meant Rick would have a chance to see the
replacement drummer up close quite a few times.
    Perfect.
    The arena filled in and
Rick almost regretted coming. He wanted a drink. A real drink, not a nine dollar
light beer in a cheap plastic cup. He knew that backstage there were real
drinks. Lots of them, too. Drinks... women… drugs... anything a rockstar needed
could be had backstage.
    When the arena was
completely full Rick started to feel agitated. Sitting around, waiting, well,
it just plain sucked. Fans did this all the time? People paid money for this?
Casually, Rick looked around him. To his right were three women, all huddled
together, all wearing brand new Chasing Cross t-shirts. At forty dollars a pop,
they were cheap but the women didn’t care. The band, the music, it was all
worth it. As Rick looked around the arena, he saw the same thing everywhere.
Fans celebrating. Fans laughing. Fans wearing Chasing Cross shirts - or Fallen
Tuesday shirts.
    Then it happened.
    The show began.
    The lights were cut in
the arena and the crowd erupted. The cheering and swell of noise was so much that
Rick put his hands to his ears. He felt his heart racing but chose to ignore
it.
    What the hell did it
matter?
    He had been to a million
concerts in his life.
    But never like this,
Rick. Never like this...
    A voice came over the
speakers and screamed one important question.
    “ARE YOU READY TO...
RRRROOOOCCCKKKKK?”
    The crowd cheered even
louder.
    Then came the kick of the
bass drum. The thump so powerful and so loud it shook everything inside Rick.
The second the kick happened, a light came on over the drums,