<span style="color: #8040FF">Damian walked back into the house he had tried to stay away from for many years since his mother had died. He hated the last sliver of happiness this place gave him, but it was the only place his band could afford near the club they were sapose to preform at during the summer. "Why did I let them talk me into this?" he said to himself as he put his stuff in his old room.<br/>"What are you whining about you miserable bloke? This place is awsome! It's near the beach, you know that means we will get to see all the hot babes in bikinies walking around!" His drummer said as he came behind him with his bags. They had to shair the room since it was a two bedroom house and they were a four member band.<br/>"Whatever man, I don't give a damn." Damian Walked back out and started to leave to go to the beach. He needed to go for a walk and think by himself. "Why do they have to be so happy about this black whole of a house?" Damian kept walking remembering everything about his last summer here, especially about the little red headed girl he played with everyday. "What was her name?"</span>