Chapter 31
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The rock club where the band was playing was half empty when I arrived, with no sign of Emily Alvin. The crowd was much smaller than the last Bloody Nails show I had been to, and the energy of the band was suffering for it. They were playing one of their old favorites – “Apocalypse Row” – but you could hardly tell it was the same song because it sounded so limp and soggy.
Nowhere to go!
I just don’t know!
Wasting my life on Apocalypse Row.
Nothing to do!
So f**k you!
Fuck your rules and your system too!
It was like that in my old band, so I understood. When Chaos Factor played to a full house, I would bounce around the stage like a screaming jumping bean. When nobody showed up, I had to get twice as drunk to even perform the songs at all.
I went over to the ba
