I'm Alex. I live in the middle of Alabama, but i'm not your average redneck. I have been a Korn fan since 1996. Music, especially rock/metal, is my life. I am a percussionist first and foremost, but cooking is what pays my bills. I am an exremely social person so please don't be afraid to message me.
Chapter 3 It’s three AM and Lance is inside a small room. The only light within the room comes from a single candle on the desk. The shuffling sound of papers breaks the silence. His eyes quickly glance through paper after paper as if searching for something. Lance sighs then sets the papers down. He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He opens the pack then...