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12am, June 15th, Angel's Bar and Club

"You got your chord, Lee? You didn't forget it again, right?" A man, dressed flamboyantly calls from the stage to the sidelines.

Lee huffs in amusement.
"You better be kidding. Of course I did."

Lee stands in the sidelines, hair fixed naturally into a loose afro, dressed in a swirly-patterned purple suit and black slacks. Tall and thin, he adjusts the strap of his black and white Egmond bass to fit his frame.
His band, The Headquarters, set up their equipment on stage as musicians and rockers swarm through the club doors to the floor.

Lee, bass secured but chord not plugged in, walks swiftly backstage into the basic white room down the hall.

The door creaks open, stuck slightly on the rusty hinges. The room is pretty empty and desolate. Not many pieces of furniture or decor, just white, peeling paint on the walls and a murky-smelling grey carpet.

On the leather armchair near the back of the room slouches Jon, knocked out and in deep slumber. His skin is flustered and his hair a matted mess.

Lee glances over at him before closing the door slightly and heading back to the stage.

"Where did you go? We're about to start the set!" His bandmate, lead singer Tate Barnes calls.
"What 'we gonna do about the guy in the back? You got a name yet for him?" Lee calls back as he picks up his chord from the ground.

"Apparently it's Jon. Heard he's British, can't tell ya nothing else though. Stop worrying about the guy, it'll affect your playing." Tate jokes, patting Lee on the shoulder.

Lee softly smiles as he plugs the chord into the amp and turning it on.

The crowd roars as the guitarist drones a chord, a pulsating sound coming through the distortion pedals and large amps. The bass and drum add ambient noise as Tate takes ahold of the mic from the stand.

"Angel's Bar and Club, our friends, delighted to play here again. Got some new material for y'all tonight! Put your hands together for my band and stand the fuck up 'cause you're gonna be dancing!"
The crowd goes wild, cheering as the band get ready to play.

Lee sneers slightly at Tate, of whom casts a shadow over him, but takes a deep breath and prepares for their first song.

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