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Chapter One- The Gig

He looked in the mirror trying to apply a thick coating of guyliner. Tonight was going to be the most intense gig yet. Being a frontman of a fairly successful band in the East Village wasn't easy at 22. Many people dreamed of the success that Roger was having at such a young age. He'd already played at the Pyramid Club and now the Well Hungarians would be premiering at GBGB's. He checked his hair, fixing every spike, humming some of the melodies of the songs he'd be playing that night. Music was his love, and thank goodness since he didn't have too much time for a social life.

"Nice, Pretty boy," Collins said as Roger left the bathroom. "Who would have thought we'd see our rocker boy in eyeliner?" He giggled giving Mark a friendly punch in the arm. "Don't let Benny see you in that get up." He shook his head grinning.

"Are you nervous?" Mark asked while fiddling with his camera. He'd spent more time doing this than anything else.

"Fuck yeah," Roger said running his fingers through his stiff spiky hair. "I've wanted to play in this place since I was a kid. Of course I'm fucking nervous." He sat next to Collins, pulling on his black combat boots. His hand quaked ever so slightly with anxiety. He'd played this set a million times before. He knew every chord, every note. It was like he was born to do this. He looked down at his nails, chipped black nail polish adorning them.

"Alright boys, time to go to work," he said putting on his favorite leather jacket. He picked up his beat up guitar case, covered with random stickers and left the loft.

The walk to CBGB's wasn't far and it gave him time to clear his head. How did he get here? He'd been playing music for almost as long as he could remember. It was instinct to him. His fingers worked across the frets as if he were breathing, effortlessly.

He'd been living with the boys for two years. He'd known Mark since community college on Long Island. Both were desperate to break away and get the hell away from the their overbearing families. The answered an add to move into a loft with Collins and Benny. Within just a few short months, most of Roger's innocence had been stripped away. He got drunk, stoned and sex for the first time under the gentle guidence of Collins and Benny. He and Mark were a bit younger and had a lot of growing up to do. He shook he head smiling. They'd all had some absolutely wild times together, times he'd never forget. He walked in to CBGB's, waving to his bandmates already in the club.