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[h1][color=#EE0000]Dionysus[/color] [color=#FFD700]and[/color] [color=#7FFF00]Mark[/color][/h1]

Mark awoke with a start with sweat beading on his forehead. His headache was subduded and he shook off the talking to himself as nothing more than a dream. Yeah, it must have been a dream because none of that could have actually happened. Only the insane would talk to themselves and Mark was more than sure he wasn't insane. But, the voice in his head wasn't his own so how sure could he have been that he wasn't truly insane. No, insane people don't live the life he had. Mark had never touched alcohol, drugs, or even gone to parties which involved either of those.

He had to get some answers from someone. Somebody must be capable of explaining what in the actual fuck was going on to him. That was when it popped into his mind, he could call Tyler. Tyler was the equivalent of a brother to Mark and the drummer of the Knights. If anybody knew what going it was Tyler who, despite having never finished high school, was possibly the smartest of the band members. Mark pulled out his iphone and plugged in his password before stopping at his contacts.[i]What if he thinks I'm crazy? Could it truly be possible that I've just gone insane and haven't noticed it yet? No, he will believe me. I'm sure he will.[/i] Mark told himself as he pushed the call button for Tyler. The phone rang twice before Tyler answered.

[center][color=#1E90FF]"Mark! Holy Jesus your awake. Oh God this is amazing."[/color]
[color=#7FFF00]"What do you mean? Of course I'm awake. Why would I not be? What is going on?"[/color]
[color=#1E90FF]"Mark, you've been in a sort of coma for about a year now. A year ago the lights around the world went off and when they came back on people all over the world were in a coma like you. Nobody could touch them or diistrub how they were before. Practically everybody gave up on anybody waking up from it. We are so glad you are awake."[/color][/center]

What, asleep for an entire year? That is impossible. Sure it made since for a single person to go in a coma for a year with the proper happenings. But it happening world wide just because the lights went off? That was pure insanity. Tyler must have been drugged to come up with something like that. But, Mark couldn't help but feel he was telling the truth. It explained his phone but it still didn't explain the voice in his head. Then again, it would probably be better to not tell him anything so that they didn't place him in a mental hospital.

[center][color=#7FFF00]"Wah...but...that can't be. That would mean I have missed an entire year of my life. I...missed an entire year."[/color]
[color=#1E90FF]"Hey, don't worry yourself Mark. Everything will be alright mate. We've already sent our driver to pick you up. He will bring you to our recording studio and there we can tell you about everything that has happened. Just keep calm and everything will be fine."[/color]
[color=#7FFF00]"Alright, I'll wait here for the driver and when I get there I'll ask questions. Thank God I have you and the band Tyler."[/color][/center]

Mark ended the call and slipped the phone into his back pocket. He walked over to his guitar and picked it up. He would have to replace the strings and find somebody to work on the body but it would survive for the time being. Though, where he would get the money for to fix it he had absolutely no idea. Mark was about to sit down when there was a knock at the door to his room. Mark slid the door open and was met by a tall but stout man in a full black suit. He said nothing but Mark knew that the man must have been his driver. The pair walked through the empty hotel and out onto the street below to the waiting black car. Mark was amazed that the boys could afford something like this.

Then again, it had been an entire years since he was last awake. How could he be sure that the boys didn't hit gold while they were on tour as openers? The answer was he couldn't. It was more than possible that Mark had been left behind like last years trash, pun only slightly intended. He was going to their recording studio which Mark could hardly believe. The Knights actually had a recording studio which means they had either recorded an album or were in the process of doing so.

The car came to a quick stop at the front of an uptown Nashville building. The building was massive compared to the venues Mark had played at with the band. The band must have rocketed to fame in a year. Mark was led into an elevator and waited until he reached the thirty-first floor where it stopped. He was guided down a hallway into a rather lush waiting room where all he could do was look at the pictures of bands and magazine front pages. It wasn't until a few minutes had passed that Mark noticed that a woman was staring at him like he was a ghost. He didn't say anything but shrugged it off. To basically everybody he must have seemed like a ghost.

[color=#1E90FF]"Mark, welcome to Genie Records. I'm so glad you are finally here. Come, the boys are waiting for you."[/color] said a rather tanned Tyler standing in the doorway of another hallway. He looked like he had been through a lot. His blonde hair was streaked with a few grey and white hairs and his skin had changed from its previous dark white to a tan brown. A tattoo of an old school knight was plastered on Tyler's right arm. The clothes of torn jeans and a cotton overshirt were replaced by a pair of cotton black shorts and a white t-shirt underneath a black button-up. Mark followed the new Tyler down the hallway into a small sitting room with a wide screen tv and three other figures sitting on circular couch.

[color=#1E90FF]"Mark, I bring you back to the boys."[/color] Tyler said with a flourish of his hands. All the boys turned and shouted some sort of welcoming to Mark while they were running to Mark. They pushed Mark around and joked about his coma and such. How much they had changed surprised Mark. The normally disheveled Peter was shaved and clean cut wearing a suit of black and white. Julio had cut off all his nine inch long hair and was wearing typical cowboy wear. Ralph, on the other hand, had changed his clothes from an overshirt and khakis to torn jeans and a muscle shirt. Mark was amazed by their appearances and was even more amazed that they hadn't forgotten about him.

[color=#1E90FF]"Alright, calm down boys. We need to explain everything to Mark that has happened since he has been in a coma."[/color] Tyler finished his statement by plopping down on the couch. The boys all sat beside Tyler as they explained world events to Mark, most of which he didn't care about. Then they reached the band. The Knights had blasted into the spot light of fame after being openers. On top of that, they had also released an album a mere two months ago. [color=#1E90FF]" The sales have blown the roof man. We've made 5 mil in two months man. And don't worry about your share, we set aside a fifth of the profit for you along with the money we made as openers. In total, you have 1.5 million dollars in your bank man. Ain't that great!"[/color]

[i]One and a half million dollars... holy God. I never thought I could have gotten here.[/i] Mark told himself. Mark's heart started to race faster and faster as he accepted that he had become unbelieveably rich. Before he realized it, Mark was falling backwards off his seat as the boys rushed to his side. Their voices were muffled as Mark slipped further into the darkness. Before he realized it, he had passed oh.

[center][color=#EE0000]"Well well well, 1.5 million dollars will make for a hell of a party now won't it."[/color][/center]