January 3rd, the calendar told him. Two days after the birth of the new year. It was the new millennium. Two, zero, zero, zero. The numbers seemed to ring in Seth's mind over and over again like an annoying alarm clock.
Seth Ramone ran a finger up to his blue Mohawk as he stared at the calendar, then back up to the ceiling. He sighed heavily, lounging on a dark red couch, his blue Gibson guitar lying out on acid-washed jeans. Behind him, a window revealed all the grandeur of midtown Manhattan. From the comfort of this twelve person suite in the tall skyscraper that 5 Records called their headquarters, Seth had the best view of the city that he could ever possibly want. But he didn't want to see the view. He sighed again, his gaze drifting around the lounge. Sure, it was vast and nice, equipped with a huge flat screen television and plenty of couches, but it was becoming boring. Especially considering the fact that he was alone in the middle of all of it.
Seth figured people would have arrived way before him. He'd barely caught his bus and had to walk all the way from downtown in the rain to make it here, so he more than expected at least one person to already be here. Tomorrow was Audio Supremacy, after all.
An event comparable to the World Cup for Music Masters. Hell, it practically was the World Cup, Seth thought. Music Masters from Japan to New York would be there. Zero Beat, who was responsible for the entire event, made the prize very clear to all the Music Masters who had been given the lucky chance to compete. They'd be fighting for the Platinum Record, a trophy that was priceless and represented immense power and status to all Music Masters. With the Platinum Record in their hands, suddenly a nameless Music Master could make a name for himself. It was almost a prize worth dying for.
But did Seth really want it? He was starting to think the whole thing was a bad idea. Somehow, through a stroke of luck, he'd been one of the twenty four Music Masters among thousands that had made it onto the list of competitors. He'd been esctatic when he first received the invitation, but after finding out how long the trip to the city would take and how much it would cost him, his excitement had gone down significantly. As he lounged like a lazy lizard, strumming aimlessly on his guitar, he began to think about Kim. Sweet little Kim. He'd only been away from home for two days, and he was already starting to miss his little sister. Seth sat up from the couch, and a gust of air made his orange Aloha shirt sway upwards.
Seth's eyes perked up as the newcomer closed the door behind him. His face was obscured under a dark red baseball hat, with the rest of his garb showing a variety of arterial colors from black to purple to dark crimson. His shirt, the only white thing he wore, was splattered with blood. Seth assumed it was probably just the design, until the guy sat down next to him and finally showed his face of course.
His smile was wide, but it was not at all endearing. Something about his teeth had a very evil air to them; his canines looked sharper than normal, and the way his eyes hid under the lip of his cap didn't help much. Seth tried to ignore the creepy aura this guy was giving, opting to introduce himself to dispel the heavy feeling in the air.
"Can you believe it? Ten years and people come rushing back here for another bout of Audio Supremacy. Time flies. The name's Seth Ramone, by the way. Figure we might introduce ourselves, since we'll probably be up against each other sometime tomorrow."
The guy's grin didn't change. He spoke through his teeth, and they gnashed with every word.
"Gosh," he said sarcastically. "You're actually going to survive that long? I was under the impression I wouldn't get the chance to rip your head off."
Seth was taken aback, wondering if he had heard right. "Excuse me, man? That's a joke, right?"
"The name is Trey, and I think you should ask yourself; is he really joking, or is he really just one crazy motherfucker?" he exclaimed, dark eyes showing from underneath the lip of his cap. Then, before Seth could say anything in reponse, Trey got up from the couch and made his way to one of the empty rooms. The door closed almost silently behind him as he disappeared behind a plain white door. Seth didn't know what to think at first, so he began to strum on his guitar again. The guy was a bit messed up, Seth guessed. Most of it was probably an act.
A song was beginning to emerge on Seth's guitar just as his acute ears picked up the sound of the doorknob turning up ahead. Seth shuffled on the couch as he addressed whoever was coming through the door, hoping that he wasn't going to have to spend the rest of today with more people like this Trey character.
"Please tell me that you're not fantasizing about ripping off my head too. Just think about it...you could be ending a beautiful relationship right there!" he remarked jokingly. After all, the comedian wasn't dead just yet...