Epilogue — Chapter 31
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Client 4.7.3 played before an adoring throng of pink-haired girls and slim-hipped guys. His electric guitar screamed in ecstasy beneath his motion-blurred fingers. The song finished, and he spread his arms to embrace the spotlight.
And felt sick to his stomach.
His life was a hedonistic montage of rock god glory — and he hated every second of it. s*x was cheap and joyless. Drugs numbed him but brought no pleasure. Mansions were only good for parties, and he could no longer stand the people he partied with.
He cancelled his tour, revved up his rusty old Ford F-150, and drove all the way back to his home town. Down the street from his high school, at a glitzy new shopping center, he found a small independent coffee shop. He booked a gig there under his original
