"That's it, guys. Sonic Millers up next; God bless you and see you later."

WHERE'D ALL THE TIME GO? - DR. DOG

Zeke stood up from his seat as small applauses came from below on the green. He smiled seeing the crowd of his roommates whistling as he placed his Maplewood Fender Mustang in its case. He looked over the group of smaller crowds enjoying their Friday evening at Rocka Rolla, a tiny little bar located underneath a highway in Williamsburg. Zeke wasn't from Williamsburg, but he wished he could live here.

"Let me have your kids!" He heard one of his roommates scream. Was it Jack? It was Jack.

He picked up his case and walked off the stage in the direction of his friends.

"I'm telling you, your shows would sound better with me on the electronic triangle," noted Jack grinning as he took a sip of his Pabst Blue Ribbon.

"You do realize that joke got old a year ago, right, my guy?" replied Jenna who was sitting down at on the soggy wooden bench next to Jack.

"I still find it funny."

"Shit, least one of us do." nodded Zeke punching Jack quickly in the shoulder. He wasn't prepared, and as a result, he spilled some of his beer on his green flannel.

"Oh, you dick, Steve got me this." groaned Jack putting his beer down on the table, trying to wipe off the beer.

"I know, I say this all the time, but good show tonight." Jenna complimented Zeke as he sat down next to her. She tossed him a cold PBR. "Here is your reward."

"Thank you kindly." Zeke snapped the beer open and took a long drink, feeling the shitty piss water slide down his throat. He forgot to get water before the show start; something he always forgets.

"You're drinking tonight?" Jack grinned in excitement seeing Zeke with a beer in his hand.

"Yeah, I mean, it's Friday. It's not like I got to be anywhere tonight or tomorrow so why not?" replied Zeke looking down at his PBR.

"Jenna?" Jack looked in her direction.

"Duh," she replied.

"Let's just try and not get too insane like last time, please," stated Zeke looking at Jack. "Sammy was pissed at what happened here last week, dude."

"You drink someone else's drink, and the whole world wants to kill you." Jack rolled his eyes finishing his PBR.

"God, that was so fucking gross."

"Beer is beer.

LATER

Zeke starting making his way around the block with Jenna yawning as they wrapped around the corner. She looked around to make sure they were out of sight.

"You know it's absurd you make us walk like four blocks from anyone to just smoke this," Zeke commented pulling out a pack of Nails Cigarettes from his blue flannel pocket and slightly zipping up his grey hoodie. He opened his pack to reveal a roach in hiding amongst his cigarettes.

"I just get really anxious when I'm around, so many people smoking, okay? explained Jenna as she started to light the roach with her Zippo lighter. "Like, shit, the last time I ever smoked in public I had three assholes come over and be like 'Hey, can I toke up with you?' like they thought they were genuinely being funny or something."

"I know...I was one of those assholes."

"Yes, you were. So now you suffer with me." Jenna took a giant hit, letting it sit in her throat as she passed it over to Zeke. She finally exhaled, bending down to stretch her back. "How are you doing, man? It's been kind of a while since I saw you."

"I've been good."

"Yeah?"

"How did that thing go with that girl from Pace?"

"Yeah, we uh, actually stopped talking like a week after that party."

"Oh, shit, was it like a mutual thing?"

Zeke took a long drag off the roach, trying to hold it in for as long as he could before letting it all out at once.

"I guess? Honestly, it should have stopped after the hookup. Plus she was one of those anti-weed kinds of girls from like buttfuck, Idaho, so that shit would have never lasted."

Jenna laughed at Zeke's response taking the final drags off the roach before stomping it into the sidewalk with her worn out Converse.

"Fuck Idaho, man," she replied putting her arm around his neck.

"Fuck Idaho." he smiled reciprocating the love putting his arm around hers as they walked back to

MUCH LATER

"You should name a song Sheryl Crows Vagina." blurted out Jack as they finally made it to into their apartment. Zeke carried Jack past their kitchen/living room to Jack's bedroom, a very empty place featuring a crude Ikea table and chair with an old MacBook on the table, a very messy bed, and a Ferrari racing flag hovering over the bed.

Zeke had slightly sobered up, but Jack hadn't. In fact, he seemed to have only gotten drunker after they left Rocka Rolla.

"What," replied Zeke bewildered by what he just said as he laid down Jack on the bed.

"I'm going to be your like songwriting guru when it comes to making like new songs and shit." mumbled a drunk Jack tossing on the bed trying to muster the strength to take his pants off. "Oye hermano. Ayúdame a quitarme estos pantalones."

"Nah, son." laughed Zeke turning around to leave closing the door behind him. He slowly stumbled through the dark kitchen/living room towards his room. He opened his door, placing his Fender down in the corner of the room. He then turned to plop on the bed face first, trying to take his Vans off with his feet. He succeeded in that, after a thorough ten minutes. He swung over groaning as the room spun in his head. He definitely shouldn't have drunk and smoked. He didn't feel like he was going to vomit, but he definitely felt strange.

He crawled towards his pillow resting his head in it as he wrapped his arms around the sides of the pad, enjoying his rest after a full day of work and running around. Tomorrow was-

He checked his watch. 1:42 AM.

Today was Saturday. So he didn't have to wake up early, and the only thing he had to do was meet up with his dad for lunch.

He closed his eyes as his thoughts slowly disintegrated, and his conscious flew off.

SUDDENLY

DREAMING - MAC DEMARCO

Zeke turned in bed feeling the sheets. They felt slightly rough, which was strange cause he just did his laundry the other day. In fact, it felt slightly warmer than his room is used to. Zeke slowly opened his eyes.

He was outside.

He was lying in grass.

And there were people everywhere.

"Yo...what the fuck..." He mumbled adjusting his eyes to the bright sun over him. He rubbed his eyes as he slowly sat up yawning. "Jack, what the fuck.."

He looked down at his hands and proceeded to scan his body. He was wearing the same clothes as last night, the flannel, the hoodie, the chinos, even the Vans. This confused the hell out of Zeke as he vividly remembered taking them off the night before.

He turned his head to see his Fender, which confounded him further. He felt his senses gradually coming back to him and his eyes finally adjusted to his surroundings.

He turned his head in confusion and curiosity as the uniformed students looked straight back at him in wonder and laughter. This was all topped off by the short, pink haired girl standing right in front of him.

She seemed cute if you were into that kind of thing. She wore this school outfit that seemed to entirely rip off Harry Potter. In fact, it looked like a Hogwarts Party City outfit you'd wear to Halloween or a Harry Potter themed party. She seemed incredibly short compared to the rest of her fellow peers who seemed to be mocking her. It was evident to Zeke that she realized she was not happy. At all.

"Qui es-tu, paysan." she said facing Zeke.

Zeke could tell she was speaking French, but unfortunately, he didn't. He tried to open his mouth, but he was still at a loss for what the hell was going on. He remembered bringing Jack back to the apartment, and he recalled falling asleep in his own bed. So how the fuck did he end up out Midevil Times, New Jersey?

"Ne comprenez-vous pas notre langue? D'où venez-vous?" she said seeming aggrivated at Zeke's lack of answer.

Zeke slowly stood up and ran his fingers through his messy black hair. He realized he was at least 9 feet taller than she was.

"Yo, Jack, what the fuck dude." He mumbled with his hands on his head looking around at the people watching him as if he were a subject under a microscope. "Hey, uh, doe-does anyone here know if we're in Queens, or, Jersey...or shit Staten Island?"

"Qu'est-ce qu'il vient de dire?"

"Est-ce que quelqu'un le comprend?"

"Regarde ses chaussures!"

"Exactement ce que j'attendais de quelqu'un qui se vantait comme vous! Vous avez en fait convoqué un paysan!" said a voice from the crowd of students as the entire crowd burst into laughter.

"Je viens de faire une petite erreur! C'est tout!" barked the pink haired girl growing ademently frustrated.

"You renaissance people take this shi-"

"Tais-toi!" exclaimed the pink haired girl kicking Zeke in the shin.

"Jesus fuck!" exclaimed Zeke taking a knee to rub his left leg as it sent a burn down his entire body. He looked up to see the girl turning her attention to a man in a blue robe with some sort of staff. She seemed to want something out of the man, but he appeared very stern about something.

Zeke then came to the suspicion; he was kidnapped in his sleep by a cult.

He immediately got off his knee and picked up his Fender, placing the strap in front of him with the guitar on his back. He slowly began to walk back slowly as everyone seemed to focus on this girl and the man.

"Vous voulez que je continue le rituel avec ce paysan!?" she exclaimed as the laughter from her peers began to keep rising in volume. She turned to see Zeke moving backward which was very unfortunate for him.

She kicked him in his right shin.

"Yo, bitch, what the fuck!" he groaned out in pain, feeling the burn from his kick bruise his bone. She could feel her poking him with something on his back. "Please don't kill me. I'll join your cult please." He managed to breath out as he tried to catch his breath from the pain of her kick.

"Terminez le rituel ou vous serez expulsé!" said the man in the robes who sounded very demanding and stern Zeke thought.

As he looked up, he realized the short girl had change her view towards him. Which, did not seem good for him. At all.

"Hey, listen, I knew you guys can't understand me or whatever, but please, this shit ain't worth it." pleaded Zeke feeling his heart beat faster as she kept walking towards him.

"Vous devriez être reconnaissant pour cela. Normalement, une personne de naissance noble ne ferait jamais une chose pareille pour un paysan." she exclaimed as she knelt down in front of Zeke.

"Please, don't eat me. If this is some kind of initiation pledge, I swear to god, this shit is not worth it."

"Je m'appelle Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière," She said as he pointed her wand thing towards his forehead. "Oh Pentagone qui gouverne les Cinq Puissances, bénis cet individu et fais-lui mon familier."

She placed her small soft hands on the nap of his neck bringing his head closer to her as she closed her eyes.

"Please, don't bite my face off." managed Zeke to get out of his voice feeling himself quiver.

"Soyez tranquille!" she replied with an irritated scowl.

She closed her eyes once more, and so did he. Feeling his entire body shiver, fearing the ultimate worst and on the verge of shitting his pants. He could even feel his stomach rumbling full of tequila and PBR.

Instead, of a verging pain of sheer gush and gore ripping his face apart with no mercy, he felt something soft pushed up against his lips. He could feel her nose touching his. He could hear her hushed sigh vibrate against his face and finally, he could smell her scent. She smelled like Rose Water & Ivy.

Slowly he could feel her lips part from his as they both opened their eyes looking straight into each other's eyes. Both were vividly uncomfortable and awkward towards each other after that confrontation.

"Très bien! Le contrat est terminé!" stated the man with the staff behind Louise.

"This...is a weird ass cult," stated Zeke looking straight at the girl.

Patts Fucking Blue Ribbon.

Zeke immediately felt his guts rush straight into his throat as last nights beer and weed combo flushed his entire body out right in front of everyone.

That Pink Haired girl.

That Bald Ass Robe dude.

The uniformed bullies.

Everyone.

It was awkward and gross as hell.

Zeke slowly stood up trying to catch his balance looking at everyone as he felt himself on the verge of passing out.

"None of you fuckers better touch my guitar," he stated taking it off and gently placing it in the grass far enough from where his vomit settled. He then took a knee and layed out on his back in the grass. "I'm just gonna rest here for a little again...fucking Jack, goddamnit..."

"Pathétique." said the voice belonging the Pink Haired girl as Zeke closed his eyes.