<div class="floatright">(http://www.trendnista.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/kristen-mcmenamy-6.jpg)</div>It has been one crazy night. Well, more like crazy<em>nights</em>as The Cyber Sadhu was one of the headlining acts at Laughing Buddha Festival at Bingin Beach, Bali. Nintey six hours of non-stop music of one act after another. It was one of the most notorious raves on planet, whispered in hush hush tones in the underground circles with exclusive invitations. A paradise for the children of the sixties who still had not moved on and at the said time equally welcoming the neo-hippies and the new wandering tribes. A celebration for those who lived outside the confines of the normal bounds and regulations imposed upon them by the traditional society. Nicholas had ran three ten hour sets, sitting on his throne and making people spin to his music. All of them screaming, begging for that one tune which would drive them towards their salvation in their drug induced utopia. He had just finished his last set with some uplifting music as the sun was coming up, shining its ray through the palms beneath as the crowd continued to dance relentlessly on the sand, a mass of half naked bodies and colorful clothes moving about as the event was entering its last twelve hours. Nicholas watched the next act, Digital Volcano, a DJ from France specializing in Big Beat as he himself walked towards the people. Everything, was in a blur as he began to dancing frantically, instantly becoming the center of attraction. His long, white mane swung wildly like a whip. His movements caused a pulse through the people and as if he was hypnotizing them, they were dancing with him. This devil's dance continued for a while until finally downtime began to hit Nicholas as he felt a sudden wave of depression hit him like a slap in his face. As suddenly as he had appeared, he began to drag himself away moving towards the small shacks which were serving as makeshift backstage.<br/><br/>He signalled John who was looking by as careful as usual or at least the figure which resembled most like Whitmar to him in his current state. He needed euhphoria. He needed relaxation. For the moment, marijuana was his poison of choice. Walking in the shack, he collapsed on a couch, as if on cue someone, definitely one of the groupies thrust a joint in his mouth which he started smoking vigorously. The smoke inhaled went through his nervous system, relaxing his body. Soothing him as THC did its trick. He gave a peaceful grin as he pulled himself up and looked up at the person who had offered him the gigantic joint. It was a young man, probably half the age of Nicholas. A European youth, possibly French, tanned like anything with only shorts on. He was gazing at Nicholas as if he had just witnessed god come alive. "I am Pierre. Huge fan." The youth introduced himself as he grabbed a seat next to Nicholas, who was taking his surroundings in now thorugh his deadpan gaze. The shack was decorated with all kinds of psychedelic paintings as bunch of other musicians and even some visitors were having a good time outside judging by the noises. He was in one of the inner rooms as it turns out. Much more secluded than outside. He could see some more groupies hanging about. One girl in particular, a green eyed blonde caught his eye. His bony arm shot up and pointed in her direction as he responded to Pierre. "What brings you to me Pierre?" The boy gushed. "Dude..you're like, my hero My dad was into your music and I have been dying to meet you like this..and now just here we are..." He couldn't finish further as Nicholas snapped at him.<br/><br/>"So what? You want to blow me now kid? Believe me thats gonna take some more sweet talk than that. Actually, why don't you prove to me just how much you admire me. Why don't you get down on your knees right here, right now and have a taste?" Nicholas gave a wicked grin as he spoke about that. Pierre, for his part, looked offended, rather angry for that matter until suddenly his expression changed to that of playful intrigue. "You would like that don't you? I know you Nicholas Greene and I would do anything to please you." He murmured as people continued to pass by through the room when the groupie he had summoned arrived, knowing fully well just why she was called. "Hey there." She giggled as Nicholas pulled her closer on his lap, practically ripping off her bikini and grinding against her. His gaze ran over Pierre and the girl. "The name's Emily." She whispered out, but like he could care. Right now he just wanted bodies to fuck and he planned to fuck them senseless. "Well now ain't that a recipe for a good threesome?" Nicholas asked as he leaned over Pierre for a lustful kiss which seemed to gon forever as his other hand molested Emily's breasts until he finally left Pierre with a bleeding lip. This, was just the beginnning as the music continued to pound outside. Couple of hours later, Nicholas was sitting, relaxed as the bruised body of Pierre was lying next to him, whilst the redddened skin of Emily was still grinding against him as he took a massive drag in and planted his lips on Emily's, releasing the cloud of smoke in her mouth, her blonde locks all over him and his white ones over hers as if they were this single being together and Pierre, the third wheel was the missing part. This, was bliss. Until a rap on the door seemed to shatter the private paradise in which Nicholas was lost for the moment. There was a peculiar rhythm to it. It was the tune of Shattered Symphony, the first ever track Nicholas had composed. Unreleased and heard by few.<br/><br/>"Whitmar!" He murmured breaking the kiss. Just what had happened now? As his lazy gaze turned towards the door.