<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSIdCuHPdgTbAAxZ0TdEhjwQakjYXySGxUaGs8nCJvCUJ1Zga0j5Q)</div><br/><strong>"Fuck," </strong>Alex said as his shin slide across the edge of a crate.  Thank God he had on jeans.  His hand was on the crate when he heard the door open.  Looking over his shoulder he saw Ember standing there.<br/><br/><strong>"No, hey it's not a big deal, I was just digging out these damn fog machines for King E.T."  </strong>Alex laughed and saw Rachel take her boxes and leave.<br/><br/>He pulled his gaze back to the bass player,<strong> "Anything I can help you with?" </strong>Fuck that sounded lame.  He hoisted the fog machines up and over, sitting them down in front of him.  What the man could have forgotten, Alex couldn't remember.<br/><br/><strong>"I might know where it is." </strong>The man was a Rock God but Alex never got the idea he thought that about himself, not at all.  He could play circles around most but you know wouldn't know it to see him off the stage.