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You walk down the dark city streets and find a small staircase with the words [i]Burst Eardrums[/i] on the sign above it. Loud music can be heard from up the stairs even as you stand outside. You decide to walk up the stairs and find yourself in an large room, at the far end is a bar, serving okay alcohol and other assorted drinks. On the other side is a stage, a band stands on stage playing, their music is loud, almost too loud but you find a way to deal with it. The stage has everything it could need to facilitate most any kind of band, with graffiti lining the walls behind the band. The crowd in front of the band is going crazy, a mass of people all moving to the music. You think you could stay here for a while.

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Natalie walks down the rainy city streets, the sun was setting meaning it was almost time to open Burst Eardrums to the public. As she approached the door with the narrow sign above it she spotted an old friend sitting out in the rain with a cigarette in his mouth. "Lyle, what the hell are you doing?" She asked in a somewhat disappointed voice as she approached him.
"Just waiting for my favourite watering hole to open." Lyle said with a smile as he stood up. He took the wet cigarette out of his mouth and threw it to the ground, the sparks flashed, dancing in the air for a moment before vanishing forever.
"Those things will kill you." Natalie said as she started to unlock the door to the bar. She unlocked it and held the door as Lyle walked in.
He shook the water out of his hair before talking. "I don't really care at this point, I'm long past obsessing over what I poison my body with." He started to walk up the long flight of stairs that led to the bar.
Natalie sighed and followed him. "I know you're trying to be depressing because it makes you seem like the lead singer from Orchid but you're just kinda forcing it at this point. Aren't you in a new band now? You should be happy, I could get you a gig or something."
Lyle reached the top of the stairs and opened the door for Natalie. He seemed a little angry. "We fuckin' broke up, yet another fuckin' band that just doesn't pan out. We had Les Morte together and that's been my only successful project in fuckin' years. There was that other screamo project, then the hardcore punk band, then the sludge metal band but we're not going to get into that one, and finally this last one where I actually tried to be different with the experimental electronica but that went goddamn nowhere."
Natalie walked behind the bar. "Just calm down, I'm sure it's just a matter of time before you find something that works out." She smiled at him.
Lyle sat in front of Natalie and just sighed.