Boy… I can't believe how fast this is going… I'm almost to the good parts! Ha ha ha!
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Location: Holiday Inn; Outside Tony's Room
Time: 8:30 PM

*Razor and Sparks were the last two to arrive. As Razor started into the room, Sparks hesitated. Razor came back out of the doorway, and turned to Sparks, closing the door, noticing Spark's uneasiness.*

Razor: What's the problem, Sam?
Sparks: I— I dunno… It just… What if I don't know what to—
Razor: Stop right there. If you don't know what to say just don't say anything. It's not like they're expecting you or anything.
Sparks: And that's another thing, what if they don't like the idea of me coming in?
Razor: Sparks, chill. You want to know the difference between you and most of the people in there?
*Sparks looked at Razor awkwardly*
Razor: Exactly… find one and I'll understand…
Sparks: The fact that they are better than I'll ever hope to be?
Razor: So? They aren't going to rub it in or anything if that's what you're thinking.
Sparks: …
Razor *shaking Sparks, friendly*: Loooooosen up!

*This got Sparks to chuckle, and just as Razor was beginning to head into the room, he turned back.*

Razor: Why do they call you Sparks, anyways?
Sparks: I once grinded my trucks down to a point where they were so rough that they would spark if I tried to do anything with a grind. Why do they call you Razor?
Razor *lying*: Because I ride my boards until the tail is sharper than a razor's edge. *chuckling* I once threatened to stab a kid with my skateboard as a joke. *pause* Wait, you never… managed to pull off one of those grinds, did you?
Sparks: Yeah, actually. *chuckling* My friend took a picture of it for a laugh… wanna see it?
Razor: Sure.

*Sparks handed Razor the picture, and as Razor saw it, he chuckled, gave the picture back, and headed through the door.*

Razor *thinking*: A classic case of Fan Boy Syndrome, fixed... I hope.

*Razor smiled as he headed into the room, and sat down on one of the beds. Razor saw Sparks sit on the same bed, and he shrugged, expecting him to sort of stay near anyway.*

Razor *thinking*: He seemed like a shy one...

*There was a knock at the door, and Tony opened the door, revealing the pizza delivery man, to the cheers of most of the other skaters. Razor smiled, about ready to laugh.*

Razor *thinking*: Probably the best thing they've had all tour.

*Razor walked out to the door and grabbed some of the cases of pop, Jamie getting the rest, and sat them under the table the pizza was on. Razor grabbed a can of Mountain Dew, and grabbed a couple slices of pizza before sitting back down. Razor sat the plate on the bed, and the can of pop between his legs, silently saying grace. As Razor finished, he picked up one of the slices and started to eat. Razor heard the door open again, and he looked over to see someone walk in with a few VCR tapes. One of the tapes were quickly popped in, and Razor soon found out what they were: tapes of all the demos done during the tour. Razor leaned back and enjoyed the demos. Sparks leaned over to him after the first few demos, asking where he was.*

Razor: Today and yesterday were my first two demos.
Sparks: Oh.

*Razor returned his attention to the television, watching snippets of all of the others doing tricks, the person with the tapes announcing which demo it was at. Razor relaxed a little, kind of chuckling that he still had his board with him. A few hours later, they were on the third and final tape, and Razor watched with a little more interest, curious as to what tricks the cameraman caught him with. Razor smiled as he saw the demo over again, with a few snippets here and there of him, one of them being of one of his favorite tricks, the Darkslide. After all of the tapes, people immediately started talking again, until one of the two that had brought the videos called out "Suggestions?" Razor looked at him awkwardly, wondering what he meant by the question.*

Tony: Since we're making it a video… needs music.
Razor *thinking*: Ooh, a video! Okay, I get this...
Cameraman: What did you have in mind?

*Tony shrugged*

Razor: *after a pause* Why not… "The Anthem" by Good Charlotte? That's good skate music.
Sparks: Or… if I could give an opinion… "System" by Sug— I mean "Sugar" by System.

*A couple people chuckled lightly, and as they chuckled, the wolf that seemed to loathe Razor so much broke the laughter a little.*

Brach: "Feuer Frei!"
Razor *thinking*: Of course... yeah, sure, whatever... Song blows, but I'm not saying anything.
Ian: "By the Time I get to Arizona."
Chrys: "Anarchy in the UK"
Razor: "Bring me to Life" by Evanescence
Elissa *half-joking*: "Sk8er Boi" by Avril Lavigne?

*This got a lot of people laughing, and Razor heard Ian chime in again.*

Ian: "Bubbles" by System
Razor: "Freedom Fighter" by Creed
Chrys: "Savoir Faire" by Rocket from the Crypt… And "Nobody's Listening" by Linkin Park.
Conseco: Anything by Pantera
Razor: "Poem" by Taproot.

*Now, this sort of thing went on for several hours, and by the time the conversation died down and Razor left the room to go to his for the night, it was 1:00 AM. Razor still couldn't bear to not shower, and he did so, immediately afterwards falling asleep.*

*Razor looked through the darkness. There was nothing around him, it seemed, and the darkness seemed to lash out at him like an angry animal. Razor fought to break free of the anger, the hate, the despair that the darkness seemed to cause him, and he abruptly came to a wall. The wall had a door in it, and Razor was almost hesitant to open the door, for it was unlocked. Feeling he must, though, Razor opened the door, and was greeted with little more than fire. The blaze lashed out at him, singing his fur, and as he was taken aback, the darkness seemed to do the same, knocking him forward into the flame as the flame enveloped him.*

*Razor awoke with a start, and looked immediately toward the window. The new day was just beginning to break; about 5:30 AM. Razor turned over, and went back to sleep.*

Location: Holiday Inn
Time: 10:00

*Razor got his things and headed down to the front desk to check out with the rest of the group, who was leaving the town on bus. Razor, having no place to go except back to where his friend Sonic kept a base, decided to head off alone. Before he left, though, the Flip Team Manager called him over to the bus, the manager already inside.*

FTM: Razor, do you have a cell phone? I need the number so I can call you about things.
Razor: I don't have a cell phone.

*The team manager pulled back into the bus for a moment, and then leaned back out.*

FTM: You do now, catch.

*Razor caught it, and slowly walked away, keeping the cell phone in hand for a moment. Finally deciding to go back to Sonic's base, Razor concentrated on the emerald's energy in his backpack as he rounded a corner, vanishing in a white flash that would carry him to the base in Dallas.*