after the show, leon and his band were invited to this party at a luxurious house in the upper east side. he's only been in nyc for a few weeks. after a ride in a car where he barely recognizes his bassist kissing a girl's neck, the blond sees the mansion through the window. we're here, someone says and he steps out of the vehicle. he moves like a zombie through the crowd. he should be oh-so-happy. something in his brain rots his mood. ever since he arrived, ever since he graduated berklee with his friends. something feels off. leon wanders through the halls until he finds a kitchen with all kinds of alcohol. he might as well get drunk. his hands move out of inertia and he gets a glass of tequila. he walks outside and watches a couple fight. wasn't that guy in one of the bands? "hey, you okay?" the blond asks the woman that's been left behind by a raging dude. leon couldn't possibly know who this woman would become to him.
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