Charles Foster Ofdensen woke up to hear that his personal cell phone was ringing. Strange it was his personal phone and not one of his business phones or even his pager that connected him to Dethklok. His cell phone, which hadn't rung in years (let alone been used) was now going crazy on his nightstand.
"Hello?" he asked, his tone skeptical. Who could possibly be calling him?
"Charles, is that you?"
The band manager gasped. It couldn't be. . .
"Kate?"
"Charles! What the hell is going on here!?"
"W-what do you mean? What's wrong?"
"This man! He came after me tonight, Charles! He tried to kill me!" Ofdensen could hear some stifled sobs on the other end.
"Okay, Kate, just calm down. What did he look like?"
More sobs. "I don't know. He was wearing a metal mask. His hair was white and stringy . . . and he had a picture of you in his hand! He asked me if I knew you!"
Ofdensen immediately switched into crisis aversion mode. The masked man was back and he was going after his . . . ex-fiancé? "Don't worry, Kate I'll explain everything later. Just sit tight, I'll have someone pick you up. You'll be safe with Dethklok. Do you still live-"
"You know where I live." Kate replied coldly, a hint of bitterness in her voice.
Ofdensen sighed. "Of course."
* * *
After splashing a lake's worth of water onto his face, Ofdensen still couldn't believe the phone call had been real.
Kate.
She swore she'd never call him again. That had been several years ago, before Dethklok, but her words still stung. The man who was all business had tried to sever all personal ties to the outside world when he began working for the band, but one, it seemed, had managed to slip back in.
Ofdensen walked into the parlor and decided to sit and wait for his long lost personal tie to show up. It would be hours before she arrived, but he knew he'd get no more sleep that night.
Just then, he heard a crash coming from the kitchen followed by a loud, "Wowee!"
Toki. Ofdensen rolled his eyes and smirked a little. Toki was always the lovable looser of Dethklok, and he was always knocking over or breaking things.
Come to think of it, all the members of Dethklok were good at breaking things.
Toki walked out of the kitchen and looked surprised to see Ofdensen sitting on the couch at such a late hour.
"Hey! Whats is yooze doin' sittin' der? Its lates, you know? Ams you hafs a nightsmares?"
Ofdensen shook his head. "I'll explain in the morning. Just go back to bed."
* * *
"Charles, you know I love you. I always will love you."
"So then what's wrong? I thought everything was okay. I'm sorry I missed your birthday dinner but Dethklok-"
"It's not just that, Charles, it's everything. You're constantly missing things around the house. You work all day, and you never have time for anything but your career. I'm sorry, Charles, as much as I love you . . . I can't marry you. And I think it would be best if we didn't see each other anymore."