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or so we
believe, but they face their own time, like a cruel mirror of reflection. The
click, the tick, the tock of its heart. Even when it’s dead... it’s still
alive. You know that, think about it.
    Because
it never ends.
    And
no, it never heals.
    What
I saw today.

.7.
     
    Slader looked at the door to the
same room with the same party still going. Hours became days, but with an
endless supply of needs, there was no care about time. With plenty to drink,
indulge in, and fantasize about, it was pretty obvious Slader would need help
with his shows. That’s why he had Jerry fly in some of his old band members.
While some were getting theirs and enjoying the company of multiple women at
once, the new guys flown in were clearheaded and ready to play. Jerry tried to
warn him about playing the same show over and over, but Slader wasn’t in
hearing a thing about it. The crowd last night was just as big... and tonight,
it would be the same. Slader commanded it that way.
    People needed his money.
    People envied his power.
    But Slader was forced to wait,
something he wasn’t used to. Time was the one thing he couldn’t control. He
couldn’t buy it. He couldn’t own it. That’s why he explored it within his
lyrics and music so much. Because it marveled him. It shocked him. It pained
him.
    So he waited.
    The scent and aura of rock n’ roll
lingered in the room. The demons alive and well, roaming everywhere possible,
waiting for their next chance to strike. Slader loved it. He loved every second
of it. Because underneath it all, every person in the room was in some kind of
pain. Because everyone suffered, all the time. Just like he did. He liked the
suffering because it took away from waiting.
    The door opened and tapped him
against the back. He looked over his shoulder and saw Jerry poking his head in.
    “Slader, can we talk?”
    “Yes,” Slader said. “It better be
worth my time. I’m enjoying this scene.”
    There was a gentle haze in the room
full of small cries and moans of pleasure. The sounds of indulgences that went
beyond anything legal. Slader slipped out of the room and shut the door.
    “The band is ready,” Jerry said.
“Just so you know.”
    “I didn’t doubt it,” Slader said.
“And if they weren’t... I’d play alone. The crowd would still be mine, Jerry.
They’re always mine.”
    “I know that,” Jerry said.
    “Is this all you wanted?”
    “No. There’s someone here.”
    “Someone? I don’t like anyone.”
    “This isn’t anyone, Slader, this is
someone,” Jerry said and smiled. “Waiting for you.”
    “I don’t like surprises, Jerry,”
Slader warned.
    He felt the anger building in him
already. It wouldn’t be hard at all to get rid of Jerry. In fact, Slader
pictured himself grabbing Jerry and harming him. Slader was twice his size.
Jerry was nothing but a mere loyal person... like a dog that could talk and
think like a human.
    “Just go,” Jerry said. “Trust me on
this, Slader. I wouldn’t steer you wrong.”
    “We’re taking the stage soon,”
Slader said. “Get the band out there to entertain while I... take care of
this.”
    Jerry nodded.
    Slader turned and left. He hated
the feeling of Jerry staring at him while he walked. Jerry knew something he
didn’t. Nobody should know something he didn’t. That was instinctive betrayal.
Yes. Complete betrayal. Slader made a fist and lifted his right hand.
    The word betrayal just made him
shake. He swung his fist and hit the wall. The cheap plaster shattered under
Slader’s immense strength. Slader look at his hand and blew away the white
dust, revealing not a mark on his hand.
    Now that was power.
    And power could conquer betrayal.
    Slader opened the door to his
personal dressing room. He saw a woman standing at the piano. She stood so that
Slader could see her from the side. With her head down, strands of her perfect
hair fell, almost hiding her face. The slender fingers on her left hand touched
the keys of the piano but