The club was dark and crowded, some goth targeted dive bar having a night of live performances. It was the end of the line for many musicians, a point of no return, you either do well or get dropped. Tao breathed deep as his manager approached him. How he longed for something to take the edge off. Was it even worth it to keep trying?<br/>He was soon backstage with the rest of his small band, he had joined them for this gig since their regular guitarist bailed on them. His purple gaze trailed over the nervous youths. What am I doing here? The rest of the group wore black, modern clothing with lots of straps and bits of metal. They would be on soon.