Disclaimer- I dont own the characters from digimon, nor do I own any referenced materials.

"…so as I put the pen down and erase the last line,

Think about your body pressed against mine,

Think about how good it feels to be bad…

…I watched you pull away from your front lawn,

With nothing left to do but wave goodbye…"

The cheers of the crowd blend and fade into a dull ring in my ears, such as their faces all start to look the same. My life has become one endless propaganda reel. Nothing is real but the power of suggestion is great. The belief in human individuality at one time seemed plausible. Throughout my school years, for example, everyone was so unique and so themselves it was freeing. But something of this generation demands uniformity from Nazi's to Nike's, Fascism to fashionism be yourself at the risk of losing yourself. I guess trying to be everyone helps settle the desire to figure out who we are," I am he, as you are he, as you are me, and we are all together." to quote John Lennon.

But I guess it makes sense, we're too busy nowadays to be plagued with all of life's riddles. I of all people should know this, the walking contradiction. I'm here complaining about individualism and I don't even have a say about the clothes I wear. But are we so lonely and so desperate that we have pretend we're something we're not to attract someone they're not. It's not wonder so many relationships never last, they're all built on lies.

Being elevated in front of a crowd of people with expectations is a daunting task, especially when they aren't even expecting you, they are expecting some alter ego you regrettably created when you truly believed in him to be real. Fortunately for me summers end was drawing near. And with it brings the new school year and a slight sense of normality.

After the show I decided to just go straight home, no management, no fans, no more…

My apartment was a short drive from the venue, 15 minutes or so, though it seems much shorter with Let it be on the stereo. How did they do it? Remain the most popular band in the world while just ignoring what the world was doing, well at least musically. When I was younger I used to love singing "Love me do" which is actually the reason I came to play the harmonica. Which is actually how I came to play guitar. And once I could play it on the guitar and harmonica while singing I wanted to play my own songs. So I guess in a roundabout way the Beatles are the cause and solution to most of my problems.

I returned to an empty home as usual. My father, who shared this apartment with me, has always been something of a workaholic. Because of that I was always greeted with a index card with instructions for the night and the following morning, and on occasion a grocery list. Because my father worked so hard, his health has been failing him. He's been hospitalized twice in the past 6 months for his failing lungs. So now he splits his time between work and the hospital. Which still leaves me with an empty apartment, only now I don't have even the index cards to keep me company.

My room was the only room in the house which showed any signs of wear. I have wires strewn about the ground, guitars leaning on most every inch of wall space available, and my laptop sitting on my desk. Not to mention the fair collection of assorted soft drink containers next to the laptop. I had my collection of records and cd's spilling out of the closet, and my school clothes in a pile right next to the door.

I put my phone on the charger and sat down on my bed, I lazily emptied the change from my pocket, and threw my jacket on the ground. I argue with the thought of take a shower but nah, tomorrow. I'm to comfortable to get up again.

It's strange how confusing life can be. A couple years ago I was myself and I was different. My friends encouraged me to stay different. Then once everyone else noticed me and how different I was. Then they copied me, so I was now the same. Then I had to TRY to be different but they kept changing along with me. Then I just gave up on trying. People always want to be rock stars, they think it'd be better then their boring mundane lives, and in the beginning it was. But then the reality of the business side creeps its ugly head in. And honestly I've never been so miserable in my life. I don't have family, I lost my friends, and every day I'm drifting further and further away from my band and its music.

A/N Don't worry there is a story to be told. I just thought I'd introduce the main character as I see him. Curious as to what you think. Thank you for your time.