His Little Light

Prolouge: Thinking of a Change

Nick had just woken up and looked around the room. He got up and immediately hurried to the bathroom where he proceeded to vomit intensely. He was shaking and breathing heavily above the toilet once he emptied the contents of his stomach out. Once he had gotten over the puking, he flushed the toilet, washed his hands, and brushed his teeth with a very good mouth rinse to get rid of the acidic taste and lingering goop.

The rockstar then went into the kitchen for any bit of food. He took in the state of the kitchen, dirty dishes, garbage bags around the place, and even molded food.

'Bloody hell,' Nick thought, 'I gotta cleaned this place sometime.'

He continued to look around for something to eat and found a can of V-Meat in the cupboards, much to his surprise. Nick opened the can and proceeded to cook and prepare the can's contents. Once that was finished, he scarfed down the cooked "meat" and gulped down a good amount of water with it.

He sat in the main room and looked at the sate of the place. Papers with ramblings and off lyrics all over the place, food and beverage stains, and the list goes on with the horrid conditions of the Fab Pad. Nick sighed and took some time to think; this isn't gonna work, how am I gonna continue like this, do I want to continue this lifestyle, how can I be better ... These were all questions about himself and his career, but not too many answers.

With a huff, Nick got up.

"Alright Nick, maybe a walk around the town to clear your head and get on with this," he said to himself.

He suddenly thought about something, how is he going to go around town without fans hounding him like a game animal throughout Wellington Wells?

He sat on this for a while more than he would like to admit in person.