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Okay so I can sleep with practically any girl I see.
And hell I have done. But looking back on it all I've been
thinking just what's so great about that? Yeah, some guys
would kill for it and I don't mean that just figuratively. Here
on Jhenge some pretty weird stuff happens and I somehow
end up involved in quite a lot of it. But anyway back to what
I was saying. Yeah, I'm quite unusually attractive due to be
ing a rock star. It's what I have always aimed for and when I
got it I was so pleased with myself. I took every opportunity
I could to go with a girl. I was really the king of the one
night stand, but hey they didn't expect anything else, right?
I mean it's not every night you can go to bed with the great
est rock star who ever lived, is it?. I've had more girls than I
think most people have seen the night fall. But that's not
really what I want to talk about right now. Not exactly any
how. And I guess an account of how good I am at pulling
birds isn't that interesting. The thing is none of them ever
meant anything. They were only just a way of me gratifying
myself. I wasn't doing it for them, all it was for was just for
me to confirm to myself that I could do it. I wasn't there lov
ing them, they were just an object I could posses and com
mand which told me how great I am. I really did think my
self truly great back then and hell, I was great. I was bloody
fantastic. But I was just an empty shell really. I began to
realize that it wasn't so much me that the girls would go to
bed with, it was just a rock star. It was for them just as
much a status symbol as they were for me. How they would
brag to their friends that they had been to bed with a rock
star. I could have been any rock star, it wouldn't have mat
tered. So when I realized that it wasn't actually ME that was
important, just my status, I began to think. I had always
assumed everybody else was stupid and I was the only in
telligent life in the universe. These girls were so easy to
overcome. So stupid and passive. They would do anything I
said. But they were something I could gain which many
other people couldn't so that was okay. But then I discovered
my own personal stupidity in not realizing that I was noth
ing to them. Often they were just collectors. Rock star collec
tors. By that I mean they were sleeping with as many rock
stars as they could. There was me, sleeping with as many
girls as I could. Man, I could have killed myself. I was so stu
pid. Just the same as them. I was basically becoming exactly
what I had always hated and despised so much. So where
was I then? I couldn't continue with what I was doing. I
didn't want to stop and be left with nothing. But what else
was there in life? Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll, right? Well for
a few days I was floundering. I did a few gigs but they were
pretty awful. I was at a bit of a low ebb. So I had to think
what can make you whole? What can fill a great emptiness
in your life? What is it that can drive you on through every
thing? What do non rock stars live on? I thought and I think
I came up with a rather obvious and cliched answer. One I
didn't like to admit to myself, having always thought of my
self a non slushy type. But the answer, no matter how much
you might think it sickly sweet and sentimental, was true.
What I was looking for was love.
I had a realisation that all along I had wanted it re
ally, I just didn't know. I thought they way to completion
was by sleeping with everyone but I was wrong. I was so
wrong. I wanted the one. I wanted just one. I wanted just
one person who could love me totally for me, not the rock
star. Someone I could genuinely love back. To share every
thing with. And that is where Catherine Wheeler comes in.

CATHERINE WHEELER

It's kind of funny how I got involved with her. I had
moped around for a few days wondering what I was going to
do as I had said earlier. Then she appeared. I was at a bar
when she came to me and that I was actually in her seat.
How amusing. A young pretty thing like her actually telling
me the rock god that I was in her seat. I mean a woman
actually saying that. It was a nice seat, it had a view out to
the vastness of the Jhengan oceans (though that isn't terri
bly hard to find on Jhenge). I had sat there for that view and
now SHE wanted me to move because it was her view? I
wasn't going to go for that no matter how pretty she was. I
mean I didn't see any stickers saying reserved or anything.
But maybe she was just working with good looks. Now I
think that might be the case but still on with it. "Look," I
said "I don't see anything here that has your name on it. I
don't see anything saying reserved anywhere so you can get
lost. I'm not moving."
"Yes, but I always sit there. Everyone lets me sit
there."
What kind of an excuse is that? Hardly original.' I
always sit there' indeed. "Well I'm not everyone, so you can
just get lost."
"Oh really? And just who are you then?"
"You don't know who I am? You don't recognize the
greatest rock star ever?"
"All I recognize is that you're in my seat where I want
to be."
Something strange happened to me then. This was
the first girl I had ever met who had not known who I was. I
felt some kind of excitement. Her argument was starting to
convince me. Maybe this wasn't some stupid typical after all.
I started looking at her properly. Seeing her stood there fum
ing. It struck me suddenly, she was very attractive. She was
so neat. Short blond hair, trim figure, blue eyes and smart
business suit. Could it be I was falling for a corporate chick?
The irony. "And I recognize you're pretty good looking."
Why did I say that? What on earth was I thinking?
Was this just the impulse to sleep with yet another girl. No.
This felt somehow different. This one didn't know who I was.
Somehow I started to feel something for her. "So will you
move then 'Mr. Rock God'."
She had won. I moved. She sat. "See, I told you every
one lets me sit here."
Normally I would feel hatred and get angry but I just
couldn't feel that about her. Man what was it about her. She
just oozes something. She was unpleasantly attractive to me.
"Don't you want to know who I am?" I asked of her.
"Not particularly. You are of no interest now. I have
what I want from you."
How could such a harsh statement be uttered with
such a sweet voice. I was in trouble now. "I'm Nire, y'know,
entertainment at it's best. You must have heard of me."
"Sorry, I must be too busy working."
"Tell me your name."
"Why?"
"I've told you mine. Only fair if you return the
favour."
"Hmmm." She considered "Okay then. My name is
Catherine Wheeler."
"Could I take you out tonight?"
Was I being too forward? This was moving bloody
fast. Maybe this would scare her off. It didn't. "Where?"
"Just around the Jhengian night scene."
"Might make a change from business dinners. Okay,
you're on. When do you want to meet and where?"
I was so lucky. In the space of about five minutes I
had managed to get a date with the most beautiful woman I
had ever seen. It was too easy. There had to be some kind of
catch. If there was I didn't see it. I was falling and I was go
ing to really hit the ground hard and I didn't care. "I'll meet
you here in 4 hours."
"Okay, I'll see you then."
"By the way, I wouldn't advise wearing that suit to
night. It wouldn't look good where we'll be going."
"Don't worry, I do have other clothes." She chuckled.
And then I left.


THE NIGHT

So back at my apartment getting ready I was prob
ably the most excited and nervous I had ever been. Being on
stage had never been nervous. After all that was just people
coming to see how brilliant I was. They knew me. This one
didn't, I had to impress. I had achieved so much in such a
short time. This was definitely what I had been waiting for.
I still couldn't believe it. Such a remarkable coincidence, I
just so happened to be in the bar at the time she arrived.
Still I suppose there isn't that much land here, so in a way it
really is a small world.
So anyway I go trashing my wardrobe, looking for the
perfect outfit to impress. Time was racing ahead and I didn't
want to turn up late for this. Then I had a thought which
frightened me. What if she didn't turn up? How long should I
wait before I decide she's not going to show? I just didn't
know what I would do if the perfection I had just met didn't
show. It was all just nerves really but it hit me so hard that
night. It was such a daze I'm surprised I can remember it so
well. I don't think I just had butterflies in my stomach, I
think there were probably moths too. Still this was some
thing which would change my life.
When I finally got a grip of myself and went to the
bar, she was already there even though I was early. She was
sat in that same window seat, almost as it she had never
moved. She wasn't lying when she said she had other
clothes, but then why should she? That was a stupid thing to
say. Anyway she was there, boy was she there, dressed neck
to toe in a shiny black PVC outfit, outlining her perfect form.
Her hair no longer the conservative business woman look
but spiked in all directions. She was a dream. My dream,
embodied right in front of me. She hadn't noticed me yet so I
paused for a little while, partly dumbstruck but also I
wanted to just admire this great beauty in front of me. As I
have said before, I felt I was so lucky. I walked over to her.
She notices me. "Well, Mr Rock God Nire is here. Ready to go
then?"
"Certainly but, are you ready for the wild excitement
that will be tonight. A night of mind blowing abandonment."
She smiled as she got up. It was like some kind of
beam cutting through the room and leaving just her. She
was most definitely the one I had been looking for in my
dreams. She put her arm round mine and we left the bar.
"This had better be better than just a business dinner. I
don't want my time wasting you know."
I don't know why but I just loved the fact that I didn't
really matter to her in a way. I had to convince her that this
was something good and worthwhile. She didn't just accept
it. I had to make sure this was one night she didn't regret.
I took her to the best club on Jhenge. Or at least I
though it was. It always had the biggest best acts on. Like
me for instance. That night it was my good friend and most
popular artist B-Dredd. I wish he didn't have such a daft
name. He was quite famous for testing out the B-Control
from Neuroworks. Not everyday some one has guts to test
out a new neuro-implant. It could have fried his brain. It
didn't though and that was the great thing, especially for
Neuroworks as they made a packet selling them to us musi
cians. After all, after he had got one I had to have one too.
Never had to mess about with sequencers ever again. But
I'm getting way off track here. I'm not supposed to be talking
about the triumphs of the corporations. This is about my
night with the most perfect woman, probably in the uni
verse.
B-Dredd's music thumped the place out as it always
does. That club was just so much fun. I loved how the place
was so full of such a sweaty bouncy mob. Of course I liked it
especially when I was playing and they were all bouncing in
adoration of me. That was always fun. The atmosphere of
the place just makes you want to be a part of it. I was hoping
Catherine would want to as well. "By Yahweh it's noisy!" She
grinned at me as B-Dredd started torturing his guitar to
make it squeal like nothing else.
"Isn't it fun?" I grinned back "C'mon let's go join in!" I
shouted to her.
We started making our way through the writhing
mass of people toward the front of the stage so I could at
tract B-Dredd's attention. Kind of show of my new woman in
a way. Boy did I want to show her off. Making it to the front
wasn't too hard, a few people recognised me and moved out
of the way. So I got her dancing with me to B-Dredd's clang
ing squealing and thumping. From the look on her face I
could tell she was enjoying it. It was also quite obviously the
first time she'd heard anything like this so she must have
been impressed twice as much. The whole feel was so utterly
exhilarating. The Adrenaline was coursing through my
whole body. I had never felt like this before. I don't know
how long the track lasted but it seemed an eternity. An eter
nity of ecstacy. Me with the perfect woman, the perfect
woman with me. It's quite hard to describe.
At the end of the track and after the audience had
finished chanting "B-Dredd! B-Dredd!" he noticed us.
"Yo Nire!" He shouted via the mic causing the audience to
notice me more "Nice new woman you got there. How long's
this one for?" he grinned.
"Piss off, Dredd!" I shouted back at him.
I was a little worried that Catherine would get the
wrong impression. I didn't want her to think that I only
wanted a one night thing. "Look don't take any notice of
what he just said, he doesn't know how I feel about you."
She looked a little surprised "Oh? And how do you feel about
me then?"
I was caught of guard by that. I realised I hadn't
actually expressed how much I felt for her yet. I had actually
intended that to come later in the evening. Still I thought
maybe now is as good a time as any "I love you" I said.
I felt a bit odd. It seemed such a childish thing to say. I felt
fear. I worried she wouldn't feel the same. What if she
thought it just a bit of fun all this going out? I stood and
waited for a response.
"Well, I kind of like you too ." she said.
At that moment I felt I was flying I was higher than
heaven, it was the most wonderful moment. Of my life. It's
totally indescribable. The thought that I had succeeded. She
might actually love me. It's truly incredible. Just then I got
mobbed by a load of fans thanks to Dredd. All wanting auto
graphs and such like. I escaped onto the stage. "While you're
up here Nire, you might as well do a track." He grinned
again.
He passed me a bass guitar, unplugged his B-Control
lead then handed that to me also. I plugged in. I then pro
ceeded to do one of my best renditions of Start Of War. A
track I wrote a little while before I met Catherine. While I
was feeling good. It felt great. Catherine there just in front
of me smiling up at me a long with all the other fans. The
performance went down well. This was definitely the best
night of my life. The cheers of the audience seemed greater
than ever before. I pulled Catherine up on to the stage with
me. She had to share this moment. "I'd like to dedicate the
next track to Catherine here, the most remarkable woman I
have ever met."
Catherine looked a little embarrassed. Strangely the
audience didn't seem to mind that she was with me. Maybe
it was because the excitement of the moment made them not
realise that I was unavailable now. Maybe they just didn't
understand. So then I launched into "Bring down the re
gency." and what a wonderfully fiery performance it was.
The crowd went wild. I have never seen such frenzy. Maybe
we fed off each other. My excitement made the audience ex
cited and then they made me more excited. After the track
we left to go back stage. "Man you were good tonight!" Dredd
congratulated me doing the grab hands in the air thing.
"I owe it to Catherine here, she's different to the
other girls I've had Dredd, I love her."
"Man, I'm sorry about that comment earlier. I didn't
know. I thought she was like the others. So the intangible is
finally tangible then?" He said referring to a song I wrote.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that. "
Catherine then took it upon herself to introduce her
self. "Hi, I'm Catherine Wheeler, I work at Wheeler
Inc."
"Wow, that big corp? You some kind of bosses daugh
ter or something?" B-dredd
"Well, obviously. But I tend to run quite a lot these
days. Daddy can't quite handle the strain these days." she
responded with a little indignation as if to show that she
wasn't just in her father's shadow.
B-dredd made some strange gesture of appreciation
"Niiice"
It struck me then as somewhat amusing. I had fallen
for a corporate chick despite my old anti corporation talk.
Still this was no ordinary woman. Wheeler Inc. weren't that
bad a corp anyway. Actually I didn't really know much at all
about what they did. I couldn't actually think of anything
they made. Still I think they were biggest back on Earth.
And there I was, in love with it's head's daughter. Who
would have thought a rock star like me could end up like
this? Still, this was love and nothing else mattered.
"This has been wonderful but I must be getting back
you know." Catherine rolled her eyes "Got all that work
stuff to do in the morning."
"No probs there, but you bring her back here next
time Nire my man. And you hang on to that fine catch you
got yourself." B-dredd grinned to himself finding himself
amusing.
"Ok, Dredd, now you get back to making people deaf
okay."
With Catherine on my arm, I headed for the exit feel
ing great. As we got to the door, Catherine turned to B-dredd
and grinned "What makes you think I didn't catch him?"
then we left.
We walked out into the Jhengian night, sounds of all
the nightlife thumping around us. There were stars out to
night, which is quite an unusual sight. There's some kind of
omen to do with stars, I can't quite remember. It's bad when
they are over the ocean or something. Or was it the land? I
can't remember. Still it's all rubbish because I had got the
most perfect woman walking with me with her head resting
on my shoulder. I could have almost cried at the wonderful
warm feeling inside of me at that time. It welled up from the
stomach and filled every part of my body. As though my
blood had suddenly heated up. It was the most wondrous
thing. I felt complete. This is the meaning of life. To love.
And be loved. I was the luckiest man alive. Possibly even the
luckiest man ever.
After walking for some time in such a loving mood, it
suddenly dawned on me that Catherine had to get back or
she wouldn't be able to do here job. I didn't know where she
was supposed to be going. It was almost like a sudden burst
of panic for no reason. I had to know where she had to go, it
was incredibly urgent. "Catherine! Where are we supposed
to be going? I mean are you being picked up somewhere?"
"Oh, yeah!" She smiled, quite a lovely one at that
"Back at the bar where we met, I'm being picked up there. I
almost forgot, I was having such a lovely time."
"How long we got?"
She looked at her watch. "About 5 minutes I think."
"Best hurry then."
So then we were running through the streets, Cathe
rine trying to keep balanced on her high heels. It seemed so
much fun we couldn't help laughing. I don't really know why
it was so amusing but I guess it was just with the high spir
its of the moment. I suppose it can't have been easy in a skin
tight PVC outfit either. Now I remember what was so amus
ing, it was the strange creaking sounds her outfit was mak
ing. Must have been amusing for people around also. So she
left and I was alone again, but still on a high. I can't remem
ber exactly what happened after she was gone and after that
first kiss goodbye. A night of paradise. A night of true happi
ness for the first time ever. I probably drifted around for
hours. Time didn't seem to matter at the time. Who knows
what time it was I finally floated into my apartment and
crashed out on the bed. I remember lying there staring at
the ceiling letting my consciousness just fade into the happy
feeling. What a night.

So the next day then, I had to really I suppose. There
was no option. I had to go bragging to everybody I knew
about this wonderful girl I had met. The fact I didn't have
her phone number and didn't really know how I could con
tact her wasn't important at the time. She was mine and I
was hers and that was it. I had got what I wanted. The
morning had never looked so beautiful. Everything was right
with the world. The perfection I never thought possible. Of
course first to be told was Ash with her being partner in
crime in many an adventure. She was still hunting down a
decent job as a chef. She really was an excellent cook. If it
weren't for that eye patch she'd look quite cute. I wonder
what she's doing now. I kind of lost touch with her. But any
way back to the point. Yeah, I called round at her flat get
ting her up too early. I can still remember that bleary eye
look. She probably wasn't planning on getting up for a few
hours. I normally wouldn't. Similar sleeping habits. She
must have wondered what the hell was going off. Naturally
she wasn't totally impressed with the information that I had
got myself another girl. Probably assumed it was just an
other girl and not as serious as it was. She congratulated
me anyway but then insisted on returning to her slumber. I
didn't care being on the high that I was. I spent the entire
day going round friend's places telling them the news. Natu
rally I missed out Costello. I didn't know how she'd take the
news. Oh you don't know about her do you? Of course not.
She's just some white-blond haired pineapple head who had
a thing for me. She used to be in the Red Scorpion rebel
group thing. Something against technology or something. I
don't really know. She hung around with Ash, Prellen and
me on a few adventures. We locked her in a room once on a
sinking ship. The time when we used my patch leads to cre
ate a rope to escape. But there I go again straying off the
point. Though maybe I should just mention Prellen being as
he's someone I knew quite well. But this isn't about all my
life history. It's just about Catherine. So I won't tell you after
all. You shall just have to keep wondering. Yeah, so informa
tion spread all over Jhenge (though that's not too difficult
with the size of the land) that me and Catherine were an
item. I wanted it. And when we met again it turned out she
didn't mind either. But obviously there was one person who
wasn't best pleased when she found out and then she came
banging on my door. I can still remember the conversation
clearly.
"I've just heard the news, you bastard."
"So you come to congratulate me then?"
"Have I shit. I thought we had something?"
"I know you thought that in your deluded little mind."
"I can't believe you. You can't get away with just treating me
like shit. I'm a fucking human being! You lead me on!"
"Hey it's you who finds me irresistible. You wouldn't be here
if you didn't think I was gorgeous. I can't help it if women
just love me."
"I just can't believe you can betray me like this you were
supposed to be mine. Not some corporate fucking bitch's."
"You don't even know Catherine."
"She's just some corporate's daughter. She's only in that
position due to her father. She's just a two bit whore."
"Shut the fuck up! I won't hear you talk about Catherine
that way. You can just fucking leave OK?"
At that point Costello started up the waterworks.
"I can't believe you can just throw away everything we had."
"We had nothing Costello it was all in your mind and in your
bed. If you really cared for me you would be congratulating
me. Now leave." no more words were said.
I had never really liked her but now I feel I was a little hard
on her. I don't know. Maybe she deserved it. She was a bit of
an obsessive type anyway. Still I can't change the fact that I
used her. But that was a me that was gone. I was different. I
didn't use women anymore. I was truly in love for the first
time and that makes all the difference. There was just one
woman for me. My Catherine.

I think I should mention exactly how famous I was at this
point. I hadn't released any music you could buy, you just
came to see me live. I sent music to friends and things but it
was never something commercial. It never occurred to me to
actually record anything and put it on sale. I had achieved
some considerable fame among the youth on Jhenge and to
some extent the older people but not quite in the same way. I
was dangerous to them a loose cannon who wanted to de
stroy the status quo. Well they were right really. I didn't like
the status quo I wanted to bring down the regency and all
that but looking back just my music wasn't likely to achieve
that. My gigs tended to sell out and I did get recognised in
the street. I was practically unknown though off the planet.
But Catherine came up with the idea of Wheeler Inc. record
ing and releasing my music. Naturally as she suggested it I
was thrilled with the idea. I would do anything for her. So
one day I went up with her to the Wheeler Building and we
set about preparing for the recording. She had some execu
tive types with her in the office. Naturally today she was in
smart executive mode with her pin stripe suit nice and trim.
She looked sharp. "Nire, let me introduce you." she guided
me towards one executive, his dark hair neatly gelled back,
expensive suit neatly pressed "This is Michael Gerrad he's in
charge of marketing strategies."
Begrudgingly I shook hands with him. He smiled a
fake smile. Could see the dollar signs lighting up behind his
eyes. "Pleased to meet you." He lied
Catherine then introduced the second executive, he
looked young at first but then his obviously surgically en
hanced face gave away a little more age. It was impossible to
tell his exact age but it was obvious he had probably carved
quite a few years off. "This is Shane Yell, he's from the legal
side of things. He's here to witness the signing of the con
tract." she turned to me and changed tone of voice to a more
quiet casual one "It's just a standard company thing so don't
get freaked out or anything. It's something we have to do
with everything. I've checked over the contract and every
thing so you won't need to worry about that either. I made
sure that they won't be screwing you over."
I thought that it would definitely be okay if she'd
checked it over. After all we were in love and she wouldn't
let these corporates get one over on me. She knew how to
deal with them. "So where do I sign then?"

I signed and that was that. A relatively painless af
fair. We arranged to meet that night to go out together for a
while. Then I left, with that floating feeling as though noth
ing in the world was wrong. Nothing in my world was wrong
anyway. Everything was beautiful. Most of all so was my
Catherine.

I don't want to bore you with every little detail of every date
I had with Catherine. So I shall just say that over the next
week or two we became even closer. Hardly thought it pos
sible but that's how it seemed. We just found we had more
and more in common. It was as though she was made for me.
We would discuss any troubles, feelings and emotions. She'd
talk to me about her work and all the problems there. She
just didn't seem like the type to be a top executive of a big
corp. She had way too much heart. She had said on numer
ous occaisions how so many of the decisions she had to make
on a day to day basis were so painful. All the hiring and fir
ing decisions, marketing and numerous other things. She
had thought of just giving up and trying something totally
different. She was so beautiful. Inside and out. This had
been the longest relationship I had ever had and I had no
thoughts of it ever finishing. Anyway I shall move us on to
the next significant event.

THE START OF THE RECORDING CAREER

So I found my way to the studio, unpacked all my gear and
went in. My first impressions of the place were not really
good. Everything so neat and clean. Too sterile. A bit differ
ent to the mess that I call a studio at home. At least my mu
sic could help to lower the tone of the place. I looked around
for Catherine. I couldn't see her anywhere. So I just set up in
the studio. Then some guy came through the door, he looked
like a typical corporate suit. Like the Gerrard bloke from the
signing. "Hi, you must be Nire.." he extended his hand for
me to shake. I didn't offer mine. "Er..yes. Cathy says sorry
she could make it but there was something important she
had to deal with at HQ. I'm Sim, I'll be your producer and
engineer for this recording session. I'll be just through in
that room past the partition there." He pointed through the
glass partition to wherethe mixing and recording equipment
was. "So when you're ready, let's fire it up."
His enthusiasm seemed fake. He didn't like me and I didn't
like him I could tell.
So I launched into Bring Down the Regency, the en
ergy was there despite the sterile surroundings. But then a
voice came through the headphones I was forced to wear for
'monitoring purposes'. "Whoah! That guitar's way off! We're
gonna have to do something about that. You know how to
tune it?"
My god this guy was getting to me now..actually sug
gesting I don't have the intelligence to tune my own guitar.
"The guitar's meant to be like that you fucking moron."
He argued back "You can't make a record with a guitar
sounding like that. It's against musical principles"
"Fuck musical principles.. That's what's wrong with this
fucking world everything controlled. You can't do a fucking
thing" this guy was pushing his luck.
"I can't work with you if you adopt that sort of attitude." he
patronised.
That was it, I stormed out of the studio, smashed
open the door to his safe little world and smashed him one
on the jaw. Laid him out flat. Not something he's used to in
his safe little world. "How's that for you pathetic little shit?
Was that in tune enough? How about making a record of
that eh?" he got to his feet, ran from the building and I felt
satisfied.

Later that day, I met up with Catherine at the bar we first
met. Well she came to see me actually. I was staring out at
the oceans once more and she came up behind me. "Hey slug
ger."
"Catherine..so you heard."
"Yeah, I hear you two didn't quite hit it off."
"You can't possibly expect me to work with a pathetic
shit like him can you? If I'm going to release a record then
I'm going to need some sympathetic ears."
"Did you really have to hit him though? I mean he
was only trying to do his job. He is the best producer on the
island."
"I'm sorry but I couldn't stand his pompous attitude.
He's everything that Bring Down the Regency is protesting
about. Safe controlled world. It's makes me want to vomit."
"Still no good reason to hit him. You could have just
told him that you didn't want to work with him."
"He needed a good shake up and that was the best
way to do it. 'Short sharp shock' as they used to say, wake
him up a bit."
"You're lucky he isn't going to press charges of as
sault. I talked him out of it. How are we going to get your
recording career off if you're going to attack the producer?"
"As I said I need someone who's gonna be into it. And
the way I see it, you're not going to find anyone if you look
around in your business friends. So we might as well forget
the whole thing."
"Look there's no need to be like that. I'm not against
you here. I love you, remember?"
"Wait I got it.. let's get B-Dredd in, he's into all that
recording stuff and he knows where I'm coming from. We
come from the same place."
"That's it then. See I knew there was a solution to
this. Sure it won't be too commercial for him?"
"He owes me a favour anyway so I'll go get him.
You're wonderful you know that?"
We kissed, heaven surrounded me once more.

So I went to call on the B-man, heaven still lingering in my
mind.