From: garage_chance	Date: 09/17/2007 12:26:16

Something a lot people didn't know about Garage Chance was that he was deeply into the underground music scene. It was one of those hold-overs from his youth on the streets of New Meridian. He liked his music hard and played in abandoned buildings. One of his favorite bands Without the Sun was playing tonight. He'd been a big fan, ever since they'd joined up and started playing a few years ago. He was glad Samra let indulged him in this area and didn't mind when he went to the shows.

He mingled the crowd, looking to see if anyone he usually jostled with for front row was about.

	From: bornofsin	Date: 09/20/2007 22:47:36

Draven was supposed to be setting up, but his eyes caught sight of a man he recognized and Draven couldn't resist. Draven had never talked to him before, but he knew the man from somewhere. Approaching him quickly he tapped him on the shoulder, "Hello..." Draven said to him as the man turned around.

	From: garage_chance	Date: 09/21/2007 09:05:23

"Hi," Garage replied, a big smile on his face. "Your band is... Phenomenal," he said attempting to put how much he loved their sound into words.

	From: bornofsin	Date: 09/28/2007 05:43:03

Draven laughed, "Uh, thanks." Was all he could manage, "This is going to sound strange, but do I know you from somewhere?"

I must sound like a complete lunatic, He thought to himself. He's obviously been to our shows before.

	From: garage_chance	Date: 09/28/2007 06:16:29

Neither man realized yet that they had in fact seen one another before now. In his youth, Garage had been brought to the home of the oldest prophet, Agatha Ambrose by his uncle Gideon. It had been Gideon's efforts to straighten out Garage's rough and tumble adolescence. When wandering off on his the boy had spied a man who didn't look much older than he, though it was clear he was different and older. He said nothing and quickly caught up with his uncle and the prophet, not particularly curious about his divining abilities (which his uncle was clearly trying to steer him towards) as much as he was curious about the man who had just as clearly seen him. It was Draven Ambrose, believed dead and being hidden by his over protective grandmother.

"Probably another show," Garage said, as this memory didn't leap to mind. He would never have made the association. "It's not so strange," he replied with a bashful smile. "I try to get to the front when I can. The younger kids make it tough for me these days."