I looked down at the picture that I held so carefully in my hand.
There, in the small 5 x 7 frame, was a picture of Vinyl and me, smiling and partying. The picture had been taken by Pinkie during the party at Vinyl's club.
I chuckled sadly. "I never will figure that girl out."
I gently put the picture back onto the nightstand, next to my Ins4nity memorabilia.
Among them: an old pair of platinum labeled vinyl discs, a poster, and my old Headset.
I reached my hand up to my neck and felt my new R3surrected headset. It was smaller and sharper than my old ones, but I kept the old ones as a memory of Justin.
Reaching my hand slightly higher, I rubbed my forefinger along my jawline and felt the rough stubble I had grown used to after the past four years. Now, 28.
I scoffed. "It's funny how you never notice how old you're getting until one day you look into a mirror and you don't recognize the person looking back at you . . ."
I glanced down at my watch, and it read, 7:21. Signaling that I had my show in 40 minutes.
I reached into my jean's back pocket and pulled out my Sync-Player.
"Never too late, by R3surrected."
The A.I.'s metallic voice answered. "Song found. Would you like to play?"
I set the paper thin device onto the night stand. "Yes."