He gave me 2 more than asked if I wasremembering this time. I said yes. " Yes Ill bet you are. You gonna bringhome a bunch of crap this semester?" No...I said. " You answer with eithersir, or dad." He continued slapping my sore cheeks. " Have you hadenough? You think you can remember?" Yes dad. I wont forget. He paused. He rubbed my right cheek, than my left. It was amazinghow quickly my fear and pain faded and was replaced with a hard on. Hecontinued to rub my cheeks, asking me. Soon enough the taxi arrived, Mark paid then led the way through the old warehouse complex. He wrapped an arm around Sharon’s waist as a show of support. Mark knew that she would be a little worried because the area was isolated and quite scary. Down a dark alley way, then finally a nondescript graffitied door. Mark knocked, the door opened and the large security guard said tickets and STI all clear please. Mark dived into his pocket and produced two tickets. Then showed his phone with his all. All it said was ‘I will be gone for a week or so. Here’s money for whatever you need.’ and 300 bucks underneath the note. Everyone else would probably be cool with that, but I was infuriated. He doesn’t give a shit about me anymore. So the next morning I packed my stuff, called my dad and told him I was staying here for the rest of the summer and charged the ticket to his AmEx. He didnt get my message until I was already here so I was afraid to get in trouble. But it’s whatever. I’m 19. Not. “Yeah, we, especially Janice ... kinda knew a couple of those words or phrases might have to be retooled to make it work. We were hoping you and the Bandettes would be able to do something with it, if you thought it was worth your time,” Kane said as he got up to look at the lyrics’ page I was holding.I handed the sheet back to Kane and then said, “It is a wickedly cool song, guys. I’m just not sure when we’d have time to redo the lyrics or put it to music. All our time ‘till the concert will.