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Thunder rolled in waves down the city street as a monstrous black-and-chrome motorcycle rumbled in the heavy traffic. The rider was dressed black boots, ragged jeans, and an ancient black leather jacket. Finger-thick dreadlocks were pulled back from his face by a black bandana pulled low on his forehead. Dark sunglasses hid his eyes.

With a twist of a wrist, the bike bellowed a hellish growl, leaping out of the flow of traffic and into a small parking lot. The man pulled his bike into a parking stall, secured it, and climbed off the massive machine. He walked to the small, non-descript door in the back of the building, slid a card into the reader, and pulled the door open when the green light blinked.

Taking the steps two at a time, the man reached the door of his second floor condominium quickly. He paused a moment, considering if he should... nah, he's bound to run into her again sooner or later.

Using the access card again, he entered his condo that had been furnished and empty for the last couple months. He was tired from the ride into town, but the sun was setting so he wasn't in the mood for sleep.

Calo Milazo's condo was just as he left it. It almost felt like he'd never left at all. Hell, he wished he never had left. The fans had demanded one final tour - a farewell tour. Their agent and publicist had thought it a great idea. Calo had thought it a good idea; he still missed the good times they had on the road. But one can never tell when their bass player is going to turn into the world's biggest asshole. Unfortunately for Starface and their fans, he had to choose the fourth show of the tour to do it.

With a heavy sigh, Calo-Drev-whoever sat heavily on the black leather couch. When did I come to own so much black leather? he asked himself silently. He sat for a moment, letting his brain cool down, letting his muscles relax.

After some time, he made himself get up and went to the fridge. It was nearly empty. Anything still in it wasn't near being edible, anyway. With another sigh, he locked his door behind him and went downstairs. He climbed on his bike, fired it into life, and made the short trip to the convenience store just down the road for bread, milk, and other necessities.