Fading into the shadows, hiding was second nature to Zack Davis. People didn’t notice him. His older brother happened to be a drummer in a rock band and his youngest brother was an outgoing, talented artist. Zack was easily missed between the two of them.
Probably a good thing since he was nothing but a twisted fuck. Invisibility had been his shield of choice, his only way of masking how much he didn’t belong… anywhere.
Now at least he had a job that utilized his skills of stealth. He was a roadie for The Dark Angels. A roadie’s main objective was to get the job done while drawing no attention.
His boss told him, his duties during this afternoon’s sound check was to be ready for anything the band needed and to stay out of sight. Zack stood
Probably a good thing since he was nothing but a twisted fuck. Invisibility had been his shield of choice, his only way of masking how much he didn’t belong… anywhere.
Now at least he had a job that utilized his skills of stealth. He was a roadie for The Dark Angels. A roadie’s main objective was to get the job done while drawing no attention.
His boss told him, his duties during this afternoon’s sound check was to be ready for anything the band needed and to stay out of sight. Zack stood