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was covered with a condom… and ready to pounce.
    “I’m sorry, baby.” He nestled his lips in the crevice of her neck and delivered a sweet kiss. “Let me get in here with you.”
    “We don’t have much time, Zenith.”
    “I know… so stop talking and get in there so I can fuck you fast and hard against the shower wall.” He snatched the shower curtain open, causing the vinyl to stretch and scream, stepped inside and stood under the jets. With a smooth sleight of hand, he relocated his long, wet tresses out of his face, then reached for her, helping her inside. With a wily, crooked grin, he wrapped his arms around her waist, picked her up as if she weighed nothing, and held her against the wall, just as he’d promised… He laid another gentle kiss against her collarbone and the hollow of her neck, drawing a sigh from her.
    She held on tight to his back, her legs wrapped securely around the small of his waist as he entered her.
    “Long as I live… you will be my… my last love…” he sang to the music, changing the words to fit his image of her, just so… just perfect… just right…

    Some things are unimaginable. And this was one of them.
    Leigh Kakaty and the other band members sat in the baroque studio, the walls rich, pitch-black, and trimmed with blood red paint. The men in that room were so laid back about the shit, it almost seemed surreal… Zenith felt as if he were sitting in the lap of madness, mayhem, and majestic company, all at once. The room smelled of marijuana, cigarettes, beer, and body funk. Leigh though was sober, had turned a new leaf based on a report he’d read. He surmised his look would be attributed to the after-glow of a crazy party the previous night.
    “Zenith, you can play whatever you want… let’s just hear something,” the lead singer stated as he crossed his legs and leaned casually back in his leather seat. Despite the temperature being only fifteen degrees outside, a flush of heat came over him as he fell into his zone, preparing to ‘go there’. A foot of snow covered the ground outside, and it kept falling as they spoke. He thought about all he’d done to get there, and everything that was at stake…
    Though he couldn’t see her, he knew Silver was watching. She insisted on not being directly in the studio. She waited right outside the glass, seeing everything. How happy he was she’d managed to get a seat on standby, and they’d convinced another couple to allow them to sit together on the plane. They didn’t say much during the flight. In fact, they simply snuggled close and daydreamed… loved… and lived. He couldn’t settle on what song to play, should they ask him to choose his own, so, she’d given him a suggestion, and he loved it…
    “Alright.” He took the drumsticks in his hands, ran his fingers up and down the things. He’d brought his own, the ones Paw had made for him when he was just a boy. They glistened like dark jewels under the spinning red and purple lights, ready for action as they warmed to his anxious touch.
    “I’m going to do ‘Pain Killer’, by Judas Priest.”
    “Wow! That’s a big fucking undertaking. Hey.” Leigh snapped his fingers at two of the guys. “Matt and Dave, get on this with him and work this shit out.” The guitarists got to their feet, cursing and grumbling, causing Zenith to fold away a budding smirk.
    Different guys… same shit.
    Dave got set up then nodded a few times, cueing he was ready. A moment or two later, Matt did the same.
    “Start whenever you’re ready,” Leigh announced, sitting back in his seat. He looked up at the ceiling, his eyes only half open.
    Zenith looked at his headset, then thought better of it.
    Nope, I’m just going to fly through this with no protection. Pain Killer is an ear splitter, but it is what it is…
    He admired the drum kit in front of him with her shiny blue and silver curves, then he hit her… and hit her again until he’d taken off in full flight. He