....

"So your boyfriend became famous and dumped a babe like you, just like that?" The girl nodded her head, it looked like she was a bobble-head, "Oh!" Reed laughed, "I don't even know your name! I'm Reed. Must've been awkward..."

"Darcy. What must have been awkward?" She held out her hand and Reed shook it, "Now what's your deal, band boy?"

"Well first things first," He started, ignoring her first question, "your boyfriend is a total idiotic moronic fame-addicted ass dick-head." He sipped at his Heineken as Darcy wondered how much he had already drunk. It must've been a lot if he was calling people ass dick-heads. "Second of all, my girlfriend decided to ditch me for some... Oh just never the hell mind."

Darcy pushed him slightly, "C'mon I told you my story!"

"No."

"What's the big flippin deal?!" Darcy asked loudly, annoyed with how she shared her pain and hurt with this stranger and he can't spare one thing to tell that would give her a hint about what kind of guy he was. As far as she knew, he was a joint smoking drunk ass-headed dick.

He slammed his hand down on the bar top, then started yelling, "She went to Hawaii, found true love, and dumped me!"

Darcy shrank back, "Okay dude, chill. What's the name of this band I'm in now?"

"Mediocal Melodies."

"Is that a song?"

"No. That's our name."

"Oh. Sounds like a powder-puff girl band." She stated bluntly

"What would you suggest Captain Darcy?" Reed asked rhetorically

"Mediocal Meintals." Darcy looked up thoughtfully, "Jagged Bane."

"Good. Good. Both good."

"But...?"

"Not the brand I'd see for it."

"What type of music?"

"All types. All types." He assured her

"Reed.."

"All types..." Reed slowly took a drink, "That you don't play..."

"What the hell Reed?!" Am I just suppose to be some groupie?! Or some band mate whose just there to look pretty and flirt, trying to sell your albums and get you more guy fans?!" She pushed him and stood, "You're a complete dick-headed ass!"

"Darcy." Reed called after her

"Don't say my name! You're a complete ass Reed! An ass!" She turned and stormed toward the door

"Darcy please! Don't be this way! I think this could work!" Reed grabbed her arm

"Let go of me!! Stop saying my name!!" She yanked her arm away from him and turned to look at him, tears streaming down her face. She looked long and hard at his slouched posture and how his hair stood up on all ends. He looked nothing like Alan. But was Alan. "You're just like him."

She turned and stormed out. Reed slammed two more counterfeit bills on the counter and ran after her, "Shit."