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difficulty finding words that would seem enough.” he finally breaks the silence.
    “When your whole family dies it should kill you, you know? ” I say angrily, letting the alcohol do the talking. “You shouldn’t have to lose all the most important people in your life and have to live after that. It should just kill you so you don’t have to stay here and wonder if you were left behind out of pure cruelty.”
    That’s the first time Chris got to see the demons that lurked inside my soul. He looks at me with deep concern in his eyes. I’m expecting him to run off now. I wouldn’t even blame him for it. I wouldn’t hang out with myself either… but he doesn’t leave.
    “Tell me somethin g good about them,” he says. “What were they like?”
    “They were sweet , good people. They had a vineyard up in Napa Valley. We used to live there on the property. It was a beautiful life. I used to love to go horseback riding with my dad. We had a lot of fun racing each other.  They were both so very proud of my piano playing skills. We used to go see symphony concerts together and they would all talk how some day they would be going there to see me play…”
    “What happened to the winery?”
    “It is still there. I own it now I guess. I never go there anymore. Too many memories, it is just too difficult. A friend of my dad’s runs it for me. I get reports, the money in my bank account and wine shipments for the latest releases that’s about the extent of the contact I have. Our house is still there just as it once was… I never had the courage to do anything about it. It just sits there like time stood still, as if one day the family that lived there were just going to come back at any moment.”
    We stay quiet for a while again, until I say, “I’m so drunk…” putting my head down on the table between my arms, the effort of holding my head up becoming more than I could bear.
    “C’mon , I’ll take you home.” Chris says eager to help.
    He walks me to the door of my apartment.  I fumble with my keys for quite a while until I manage to open the door. “Are you going to be ok?” he asks concerned.
    I never answer I just stumble my way to the living room , crawl on the couch and crash. I don’t remember anything after that. But when I wake up next morning, I have a blanket on me and no shoes. I don’t remember getting a blanket or taking my shoes off…
     
     

Chapter 5
     
    With the addition of Chris to the band our sound really grew to the next level, we had a lot more range musically now. We started to get popular locally too, getting notoriety outside of the university realm. Playing bars with 200 to 300 people became more common and with spring and summer approaching we were now receiving invitations to play local festivals with thousands of people too.
    Very quickly our “hobby” band was taking up more and more time in our lives and everybody’s grades were suffering for it, especially Chris’s. Between the band and the girls there was little time left for the law. His popularity with girls grew exponentially with band. At the end of every concert he got surrounded by packs of girls all giggling and throwing themselves at him. Nobody was really surprised at this development… and though I would not admit, even to myself, it did irritate me a bit.
    James served as our manager and accountant. He was in charge of booking our shows, collecting the pay and distributing it between us. After rehearsal he would usually give us our schedule for the upcoming gigs and  pay us whatever was left for the gigs we had done after any expenses we may have had where covered.
    “Alright gather up guys this is the day we all love… payday at Wildfire.”  James says to us excitedly.
    “Alright ! I freaking love payday!” Ted yells walking towards James. “You know all these girls are driving me poor man. I make more money now with the band but then I spend more money with the girls too… I never get