<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Lorenzo "Enzo" St. John</span></span><br/><br/>Enzo had popped in his ear buds and was dong his own little meditating rehearsal during the plane ride. He had landed a huge opportunity to open for a band. And in one of the greatest cities in the world.<br/><br/>He was used to traveling by plane. Enzo fancied it over a bus with a bunch of melodramatic boy scouts. And he hated having to drive and stare at a road for hours upon hours. And in this particular instance going across seas, if he hadn't gone by plane he would be on a boat. Enzo was not one for boats. His sea sickness wouldn't allow it. He leaned his head back on the seat to relax and mentally prepare for the biggest opportunity thus far in his life.<br/><br/>Enzo's parents abandoned him and his brother at a young age. His brother however took care of Enzo. They started a band together and things were great. Living in the present, not caring of past or future. A different show every week. Staying hotels. Alcohol and women. It was the life. Until Enzo's brother got caught up into drugs. Once Enzo's brother got a taste of Heroin, he couldn't leave it. It eventually killed him. And Enzo went MIA for a while. The band split up and when Enzo finally decided to show his face again he worked solo. He still wasn't over his brother being gone. He felt as though if he stayed solo he wouldn't have to worry about anyone else leaving him. Solidarity was better. Less to worry about, enjoy all the spoils for yourself.<br/><br/>Enzo twitched his fingers imagining he was playing the notes on stage. Though his real guitar was allowed in carry on, he still had the air guitar. The plane jerked and the captain came over the speaker, Enzo snatched his earbuds out,<br/><br/>"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seat belts and stay seated. Lock your trays and get your seats back to vertical position, please. We are going through mild turbulence. Another warning will be given when the situation returns to normal".<br/><br/>"Hmph" He grunted sitting back.<br/><br/>He had decided to dismiss it until a sudden drop occurred followed by a power outage. Now he was becoming uncomfortable. The screams from the people above were not surprising though he kept his composer. He looked around. The plane Jolted again. This felt wrong. All wrong. Enzo knew something bad was about to happen, he could fill in the pit of his gut. As he made this determination, the plane tilted and the air masks dropped. The entire plummeting tin can began to shake violently.<br/><br/>"Bloody hell." Enzo grasped the armrests and clenched his jaw.