Chapter 2
Harry took a car by himself to Victor's house, they were hosting all the men who auditioned to have a place in the band, of course along with their circle of groupies, lesser known celebrities and whoever they brought along.
Entering the sleek black miniature limousine, Harry briefly greeted the driver while telling him where he was going. As the blank faced driver, who had seen each member of the band at their best and worst (mostly worst), pulled out of the stadium lot Harry did another line. After adjusting his glasses unnecessarily multiple times he jumped into his usual cocaine fueled rants, heard (but not listened to) by whoever was in his surroundings.
“You know? You know what? Fok, you know what? Fuck. You know what? Fuck this band fuck Draco! What a piece of shit, coming in to audition for MY band after what HE did”
After a short pause of breathing heavily he began again.
“You know? His father led the gang that killed my parents. And he looked me in the eyes for years, played beside me. He knew, i know he knew, he’s always been a daddy’s boy. He’d do anything for that son of a bitch Morty. And he had the nerve to be mad at me for kicking him out of the band! He's lucky I didn't send his ass to jail. What a piece of shit. I can't even think, dude.”
The driver did not respond. He's heard this before, he'll probably hear it again.