Stripping his shirt, he looked down at the crucifix he wore before gently grabbing and inspecting the small piece. Shaking his head, he got dressed before heading back to the trailer. Sitting comfortably on the sofa, he flicked on the TV, surfing to find something interesting on. He automatically stopped as a familiar face appeared on the screen.

"Okay, now that I've poisoned myself with water, which of you lovely ladies has something real to drink?" he said to the array of groupies sprawled across a couple of trendy couches.  Mark threw back a few little blue pills and chased them with a body shot from the buxom blond who handed them to him.  'This is the life', he thought as he watched some girls entangled in the corner.  His band was finally getting a following and he was enjoying all that it meant to be lead singer to the fullest.  He was young, strong and ruled the world.  In his mind there were no limits.  With that thought in the forefront he strutted towards the girls.