My mind was in two places. In one respect, I wanted to look for Lorne, immediately, but I knew that he could be anywhere, and I also knew that the news was callin' me to it.
I watched the news and even casino-goin' gamblers were flockin' around the TV's, lookin' at all of the destruction.
The news reports were sayin' that the damage had spread north from Los Angeles and the perpetrators of the acts were some kind of motorcycle cults, fuedin' and wearin' masks.
I had to laugh at the stupidity, although the news glazed over the very spot where Angel, Spike and Illyria had died, right near the Hyperion and it brought the melancholy, I need to find Lorne, now, back to my mind.
They were headin' north, and they didn't seem to be headin' any other way, which made me believe that they were headin' towards where the hellmouth was, only it wasn't there anymore.
Okay, now it was time to find Lorne. He wouldn't be gamblin'. I thought of two places. One, was the nearest stage and the second option, or maybe it was the first, would be the nearest bar, where seabreezes-a-plenty would be awaitin' him.
I rushed over to the nearest bar that I could find. Of course, he wasn't at this bar. He could have been at another bar. Hell, he could have been at another hotel. All of this was basically just a matter of luck, and I was hopin' for some good luck, because recently, it had all been bad. Losin' Fred, havin' that be my fault and then wathin' everyone else that I worked with that wasn't Lorne, die, yeah, a lot of bad luck lately.
Even now, I felt like everyone was starin' at me. It wasn't disconcertin', because after what I had seen, it really couldn't be, but it did feel like everyone else could sense my desperation.
I tried to remember if Lorne had mentioned bein' anywhere else in Vegas, but as far as I knew, he had only been at the Trop, but the words were ringin' in my head.
'This isn't for me. When this is over, I'm done, don't try to find me.'
He probably wasn't here. Why didn't I think of this earlier?
Not takin' any chances, I continued to look around. I went like everywhere that I could get into lookin' for him, and if there was one thing I had goin' for me, it was that Lorne tended to be easy to pick out of a crowd.
But, I still didn't find him and was beginnin' to think that this was hopeless.
I was beginnin' to think that I was gonna have to go back to LA and just get my crew, if they were still alive, or what was left of them, I hadn't kept in touch, lately, so I didn't know.
Left torn, a needle in the haystack comin' to mind, I had to think of some way to find him.
I thought about knockin' from door to door and while that sounded stupid, that was how much I needed to find him.
I then thought about goin' up on the stage. There was some comedian up there, but one thing was for sure, I would make more people laugh with my display, then this guy was.
Fuck it. I ran up onto the stage and the guy looked at me funny, and the crowd actually cheered somebody else bein' up here and jeered him.
He tried to push me off of the stage. Hewas kinda a scraggily guy and a little beefy, but he found himself thrown off of th stage when he got near me.
Here it was, my fifteen minutes of fame. I grabbed the microphone, and it was a reminder of me at caritas, except for this was less funny and there was no drinkin' involved, although that was startin' to feel like a good idea.
"LORNE! Are you here? Lorne green? If you are heree, I know you don't want to b found, but I think you'll want to hear this. LORNE!"
He didn't come forward and I tried it for a couple of minutes. The only responses that I heard were we want to hear what you want to say.
This was pointless. I had no answers.
I left the stage. I figured that I would try every casino in Vegas. What could it hurt?
I watched the news and even casino-goin' gamblers were flockin' around the TV's, lookin' at all of the destruction.
The news reports were sayin' that the damage had spread north from Los Angeles and the perpetrators of the acts were some kind of motorcycle cults, fuedin' and wearin' masks.
I had to laugh at the stupidity, although the news glazed over the very spot where Angel, Spike and Illyria had died, right near the Hyperion and it brought the melancholy, I need to find Lorne, now, back to my mind.
They were headin' north, and they didn't seem to be headin' any other way, which made me believe that they were headin' towards where the hellmouth was, only it wasn't there anymore.
Okay, now it was time to find Lorne. He wouldn't be gamblin'. I thought of two places. One, was the nearest stage and the second option, or maybe it was the first, would be the nearest bar, where seabreezes-a-plenty would be awaitin' him.
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Even now, I felt like everyone was starin' at me. It wasn't disconcertin', because after what I had seen, it really couldn't be, but it did feel like everyone else could sense my desperation.
I tried to remember if Lorne had mentioned bein' anywhere else in Vegas, but as far as I knew, he had only been at the Trop, but the words were ringin' in my head.
'This isn't for me. When this is over, I'm done, don't try to find me.'
He probably wasn't here. Why didn't I think of this earlier?
Hell, he probably wasn't in Vegas.
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But, I still didn't find him and was beginnin' to think that this was hopeless.
I was beginnin' to think that I was gonna have to go back to LA and just get my crew, if they were still alive, or what was left of them, I hadn't kept in touch, lately, so I didn't know.
Left torn, a needle in the haystack comin' to mind, I had to think of some way to find him.
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I then thought about goin' up on the stage. There was some comedian up there, but one thing was for sure, I would make more people laugh with my display, then this guy was.
Fuck it. I ran up onto the stage and the guy looked at me funny, and the crowd actually cheered somebody else bein' up here and jeered him.
He tried to push me off of the stage. Hewas kinda a scraggily guy and a little beefy, but he found himself thrown off of th stage when he got near me.
Here it was, my fifteen minutes of fame. I grabbed the microphone, and it was a reminder of me at caritas, except for this was less funny and there was no drinkin' involved, although that was startin' to feel like a good idea.
"LORNE! Are you here? Lorne green? If you are heree, I know you don't want to b found, but I think you'll want to hear this. LORNE!"
He didn't come forward and I tried it for a couple of minutes. The only responses that I heard were we want to hear what you want to say.
This was pointless. I had no answers.
I left the stage. I figured that I would try every casino in Vegas. What could it hurt?
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