As they drove to the show at The Spot, the members of Red Knife were wishing that they were playing. Unfortunately, John, the drummer, had quit the band to go to college two weeks prior. The remaining members, Rick, Sandra, and Harrison wouldn't be going off to college anytime soon and they knew that they would have been on the billing for this gig if John hadn't left the band. They couldn't blame him, however, and John had left the band on good terms.
Rick pulled into the parking lot and they all climbed out somberly. They knew that this show was going to be average, that it would lack the energy and excitement that Red Knife always brought. As they paid and walked in, Rick noticed the few people in this room. "Only squares show up early." he thought. He looked at his watch, it was 9:20. The show had started over an hour ago.
Sandra, with her long, flowing, brown hair resting on her shoulders, watched as Nonetheless played, obviously trying their hardest to bring in a decent crowd. As they pounded through their most well known song 'in A Fraction Of A Second', Sandra looked around, and guessed that, maybe two dozen people showed, at most.
The members of Red Knife hung around until 10:00, and no one was coming. Nonetheless had already finished their set, and Frozen With Fear was halfway through their set. Harrison, or Harry as he had been called since elementary school, had always thought that Frozen With Fear was one of the better bands in the area, but they weren't bringing in much of a crowd tonight. They continued to watch Frozen With Fear raged and attempted to bring excitement to the show. Anyone there could tell that their lead singer, Will, was beyond drunk. At about 10:15, Harry suggested that they all go to get a beer. Since this was a small show, there wasn't any alcohol being served and it got boring real fast.
As they pulled out of the parking lot, the sounds of screaming metal coming from inside the buliding, came to a sudden stop. They could tell that Frozen With Fear was stopping midway through their set. They saw Will walk out to his van and drive away, with their drummer, Robby, running behind, shouting out insults at him.
"f--king prick! Yeah, that's right. Go home, screw us over! f--king asshole!" Robby continued shouting until he was out of range.
Rick pulled out close to where Robby had sat down on the curb, and started smoking a cigarette. "Hey Robby, you guys need a ride home?" Harry called out from the passenger seat of the grey van.
"Yeah, dude. That would be f--king great. Mind if we cram our shit into your van?" Robby replied, flicking the cigarette he had been smoking, down to the ground, and stomping it out.
Rick told Robby to go ahead, and he backed into the loading area, as Robby went in to help get the gear.
After they had packed all of their gear in, Robby and the rest of Frozen With Fear climbed in, and sat down on the floor near their gear. By the time Rick dropped everyone off at their places, it was close to 1:00 in the morning. Rick slowly drove through the city of Ashland, Wisconsin. He saw flashing lights in his rearview mirror, and pulled over, preparing for an officer to come up to his car. An ambulance shot past him. He followed, from a distance, not to see what was going on, but to get to his house. The ambulance pulled into a parking lot, where a van had crashed into the wall of restaurant. Rick watched as they used the jaws of life to get the person out of the van. He recognized that van with it's silver and blue flames. It was Will's van. He watched as they dragged him out of the car. They weren't being all that careful. He heard someone pronounce him DOA.
Rick woke up that Saturday, to his seven-year-old sister, Janice, handing him the hone. He sat up in bed and listened, as his sister closed the door on her way out. He heard a familiar voice over the phone. It was Robby.
"Hey dude, there any chance you seen Will since last night? He hasn't shown up to practice yet, and his cellphone is turned off. So we're calling up random people that might know where he is." Rick didn't know how to tell him what he had seen last night. Sure, Will was a prick, but he didn't deserve to die.
"Maybe, you should call the local police station," Rick suggested, "He seemed pretty blitzed last night when he as leaving."
Rick hung up and went to the fridge. He opened it up and grabbed a carton of milk. After drinking from it and wiping off his face, he put it back. He slammed the fridge door shut, and headed towards his room. He picked up his black B.C. Rich Virgin. He plugged it in, along with his effects, and started to play. He played through two Red Knife songs, and thought about how they didn't have a drummer. After a little while, he turned off the amp and put down his guitar. Rick picked up the phone. He dialed a number and heard a familiar voice pick up on the other end.
"Hey Sandra. Can you get over here? I think we should figure out the whole drummer situation."
"Sure, I don't mind having a practice today." Sandra replied.
"It's not a practice if we don't have a drummer, can you just come over?"
She agreed and hung up. Rick started punching the numbers to Harry's phone. Over the phone he heard the machine pick up and he hung the phone up. He went to his room and tried to find the piece of paper that he had wrote Harry's cell phone number on. Harry hadn't had his cellphone very long and Rick hadn't to call it yet, so he didn't have a clue what it was. He eventually picked out of his pants pocket. He had forgotten it was in there. He furiously dialed it out. He heard Harry pick up.
"Yo. What's up Rick?" Harry said as he answered.
"Can you get over here? We need to talk about our drummer problem, I already called Sandra."
"Sure. I can swing by." Harry said as he hung up.
Rick sat down and thought for a while before they arrived.