Ba-da-da-da-da-ba-da
Da-da
Ba-da-da-da-da-ba-da
Dean slammed his drumsticks to a beat on his upside down bucket.
A couple passed by and the lady dropped a coin onto it. "Here you go," she said.
Dean gathered his sticks and picked up the coin. "Merry Christmas," he called to the backs of the receding couple. With a grin, he started playing again, but once more stopped when he heard a coughing noise. Gathering his bucket, sticks, and backpack, he walked toward the wheezing noise. "Hello?" He turned into an alley and spotted a man, leaning against the wall, hacking. "Oh, my God. You okay, honey?" he said as he ran towards the man.
"I'm afraid so." The man had a deep voice.
Dean's mind immediately jumped to a mugging. "Did they get anything or--?"
"I didn't have any money, but they took my stuff." Dean took out a handkerchief and tried to dab the blood, but the man pawed it away. "No, I'm fine, I'm fine." Dean noticed he had lit a cigarette.
"I'm Dean." He said.
"Dean." The man repeated. "Friends call me Neville. Longbottom. Neville Longbottom."
"Come on," Dean said. "Let's get you cleaned up." Dean pulled him up. Neville groaned in pain. "I sorta have to hurry," Dean said. "I have a life support meeting to get to." They headed out the alley.
"Life support?"
"Yeah. It's for people with AIDS. People like me."
"Me too."
Back in the Loft, Ron plucked a few notes on his guitar. Harry walked towards the door with his jacket and gloves on. "I was going to go try to find Neville. Want to come?... I thought we could all grab some dinner."
"Zoom in on my empty wallet," Ron replied.
"Touché." Ron started up his guitar playing again. "Take your AZT." (A/N: An AZT is for people with AIDS. Remember that, it becomes important.) Harry walked out, taking his bike with him.
"I'm writing one great song before I…" Ron sang along with the notes he struck. He played another chord. He hit a wrong note. After trying it a gain, he sat up, and walked up to the roof with his guitar. He sat on a chair he had brought up a few months before.
Ron
One song
Glory
One song
Before I go
Glory
One song to leave behind
Find
One song
One last refrain
Glory
From the pretty boy front man
Who wasted opportunity
A memory started resurfacing.
Ron
One song
He had the world at his feet
Ron was singing at a bar. His seventh gig.
Ron
Glory
In the eyes of a young girl
A young girl
His eye was drawn to an Indian girl with dyed red hair. She grinned at him.
Ron
Find
Glory
Beyond the cheap colored lights
One song
Before the sunsets
They sat at the bar after the show was over and practically everyone had left. The girl laughed at something he said, as they both smoked a cigarette.
Ron
Glory
On another empty life
They walked past a building. Just before they got to the street, however, Ron stopped her and kissed her.
Ron
Time flies
Time dies!
Glory
Ron stood up and walked to the edge of the building.
Ron
One blaze of
Glory
One blaze of
Glory
Glory!
Find
Glory
He turned around and let the memory take hold of him again.
Ron
In a song that rings true
Truth like a blazing fire
An eternal flame
Find
One song
A song about love
Glory
The girl took a packet of white powder from a man, while at the same time, discreetly passing some money.
Ron
From the soul of a young man
A young man.
Ron was kneeling in the rain in front of the girl. She did something with her teeth to the syringe in her hand before injecting it in her wrist
Ron
Find
The one song
Before the virus takes hold
Glory
Like a sunset
The girl opened up a piece of paper. On it, it said 'HIV Antibody Test', along with 'Positive'. She broke down into tears next to Ron.
Ron
One song
To redeem this empty life
Time flies
And then no need to endure anymore!
Time dies.
He looked off into the street before heading back down to his room.