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I finally got a plotline coming in. ;D

Mala'kak Military Station

First of all, I had just came up with a name for him. Temos Mntis. The name supposed to mean, "obscure mind." He is the head of the bio-technological wing of the juggernaut ship on the station of their planet. Among the crew, he is most hated by Kḷtos esṛ, a ruthless military head and drill sergeant of the pilot wing, whose name meant "hot blood." Both Mala'kaks are overseen by Ougros enīqā, the commander and captain of the juggernaut, whose name meant "cold face." One day, one of Temos's young rookie scientist made a fatal mistake of pulling a mischevious prank on another crew member involving the black goo, thinking that it's all fun and games. This led to a full-scale outbreak, leading to the quick decision of Temos, Kḷtos, and Ougros to put themselves in cryosleep, preventing them from getting infected. 

21 Years Later

The planet is known to Seegson as LV-569. The planet turned out to be much similar to LV-223, and was established as Seegson territory since the start of the Genesis Mission. The assistant CEO had decided to send his daughter, Kahlida, a linguistic savant as well as a hobbyist in art, with the rest of the research team to the planet to investigate before colonizing. Kahlida and Baris (her synthetic assistant), were the only two who have ulterior motives to look for any surviving extraterrestrials. Kahlida's main goal is to befriend and offer love to her creators in order to start a relationship in good terms. Kahlida's father, however, did not respect her goals. Instead he wanted her to become "God" so that she can have the eternal life, experience, and continual success to take over her father's occupation, and eventually, the company itself. She had to lie to her own father in order to take the trip. Baris is the only one who is obliged to follow her orders only since he was made just for her. Before her arrival, she went through half a year worth of cosmetic makeovers, no plastic surgeries. 

Upon Arrival

During the trip to LV-569, while Baris was piloting the ship, he also was given orders to translate the dialogues in her sketchbook to the Proto-Indo European language. Kahlida's sketchbook was specifically drawn and written to appeal to any foreign extraterrestrial curious to look inside. Upon arrival, she became the first to awake from cryosleep so that she can proof read the sketchbook before approving it. The team entered the station only to discover puddles of black goo, a scattering of dead Engineer bodies, and partially damaged but stable architecture, little to their knowledge that there are terrible surprises awaiting each and every corner. Kahlida's team along with Baris are the only ones that survived their way to the navigation center containing four cryosleep pods, three of them have living Engineers sleeping. Knowing what to do, she sends Baris and the team off somewhere else while she deciphers which Engineer to wake up first. The first pod contains a 12 foot Engineer with an extreme muscle build, armor with the elephantine helmet covering his face, and visible fire tribal tattoos on his neck and hands. The second pod contains a 11 foot, middle-aged Engineer with a robe covering his body. The third pod contains a 10 foot, regular-sized Engineer with a medium muscle build. With the sketchbook in her hands, she made her decision. 

The Introduction

The third cryopod was opened. The Engineer sits up, coughing, looking around to only find one human in front of him. She handed him the sketchbook. He opened the sketchbook to see the intro part of the pages where she introduced herself and her family. With each page turning, he became glued to learn about her life on earth, the things she likes to do, what she loves, and what she hates. Then he gets to the "Why I'm Here" part of the page. He became even more interested as he was introduced to earth's concept of love, sex, friendships, relationships, and family. While he was reading through the notebook, she made no sudden movements and caressed his hand with hers while looking at him. He eventually drew his attention from the sketchbook to her. He asked, "deikō me qota ana kāmi." At that moment, she knew exactly what he said and slowly made her move on him while maintaining eye contact. She does this as a form of precaution in case he doesn't like it. She starts out with an embrace. He imitates her, half-awkwardly wrapping his arms around her. She pecked his cheek, slowly, but little by little, the kisses get closer to his lips, the kisses get a little longer, until she eased him into making out with her. It was then his natural instincts kicked in. 


That's what I have so far. I can't wait to get this thing finally together and up & running. 

I'm thinking about naming him in an Indo-European based language. From what I have so far, I would have him as a human-hater at first until he was held captive by an unnamed Weyland Corp. Team. Most of the humans in the team are either scared or pissed off at him for killing off a part of their team. Only one crew member, a female psychologist and sociologist, took the time to know him with the help of an android translating both languages.

As earth months passed by, word is out that the team decided to kill him, so she betrayed the team by letting the captured engineer escape. He slaughtered the entire team before staying to inspect the lobby area full of books, movies, and notes. He became taken by the newfound information of human ingenuity. With only the little caution the psychologist took, she and the android approached him. His anger for humanity is lost, which made it easier for them to converse and discuss. The engineer explained to her that his hatred for humanity came from a crucifixion that happened to a fellow engineer called, “Jesus.”

She then told him her motivation of why she took the trip. Born and raised in a terrible environment riddled with family dysfunction from alcohol, stricken poverty filled with criminality surrounding her neighborhood, and neglect as a child, the only thing she could do is educate herself until the moment is right to leave the environment. Government eventually took her to several foster homes, and she was always on the go as a teenager, having to be moved from home to home, school to school, and state to state. Seeing that her life is not getting any better location-wise, this fuels her hatred for earth, and she since set her goal to leave earth and never come back. Weyland Corporation saw potential in her newfound youth as now an adult and granted her opportunities and scholarships to graduate with a PhD in Psychology eight years after her adulthood. The Corporation hired her through a granted job opportunity and placed her in a second Prometheus project, having learnt from their first project. However, even though they let her go on the trip to one of the planets, they were also concerned that she intended not to sign the liability contract, making her the most vulnerable of the group. Legally, she is not covered under the insurance contract, making her less of a liability and is therefore, the least paid member of the team. She intended to not sign the insurance contract because her motivation is different from the rest of the team. She does not want her own team to bring her back to earth.

That’s basically what I have so far. I’m still trying to figure out the rest. If you have any ideas, please comment down below. It would sure be a big help to me. 

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At the morning of April 21, 2013, 6:30 A.M, my godfather and I left to go to the venue of Verizon Theatre in Grand Prairie Texas, an incredible amount of enthusiasm in what is going to be expected of this particular event. When we arrived at this place, the stagehands and roadies are setting up the stage for the show, working in full effort to suspend the lighting and equipment as well as guitar rigs, drum sets, and vocal equipment. All of my life, I was given this opportunity to not only set up a reunion between all of my friends from Papa Roach in which one of them, Jacoby, was excited to see me, but also was a privilege to get a probable chance to meet the two walking legends from Slipknot: Corey Taylor and James Root (who are also from Stone Sour as well.)

Meanwhile, my godfather gave me a task to create lovely wall decorations out of band schedules in each dressing room, in and outside the door, throughout the hallways, on each and every side of the backstage doors, the stagehand billboard, and the walls of the catering area, a wonderfully great task to do because now I can see what the dressing rooms and production offices looked like, so I gazed on the printer to see if more schedules are coming out. I was in the cafeteria when I heard a familiar voice say my name. I looked to my left, and there was my friend, Jacoby, getting breakfast out of the catering area. He eventually went to the tables and ate, and I continue to do the wall decorations, both of us heading in different directions. When I am done with the lovely wall work and the papers passed out towards audio people and stage guys who need it, I then was proud of the accomplishment. I went to the unused show runner’s desk, relaxed and smiling when Jacoby suddenly came in the office. I followed him to by godfather’s office to pleasantly chat around while I show my recent artwork. Jacoby, agreeing to follow me, tracked down my twitter page with my help.

He eventually left the office to do something as I settled in my favorite corner, bored, my pride of my accomplishment lasting much shorter than expected. I then looked at my own art. One of them, an artwork of a character named, “Wordheath,” meaning the, “Heatherland of Words,” was a pen and pencil hybrid(pen for lining and pencil for shading) drawing of him, the Siamese Triplet with the 1^st head resembling color scheme of Corey’s old mask in the times of the album, “Iowa,” the 3^rd head resembling the texture of his other mask in the times of the album, “Vol. 3 the Subliminal Verses,” and the 2^nd head, which look like a doll, has an asymmetrical standpoint where one side is calm and the other side is cracked from the state of anger. The expression of the face is devoid of emotion which is that exact same meaning as his newest mask in the times of the album, “All Hope is Gone.”

As I walked towards hallway, I suddenly heard the P.A. system testing, and it was a thousand times more louder than every single thing I can think of. The anti-VIP security guarded the dressing room, being ordered to make sure that the VIP kids did not get past him once the doors open by 3 P.M.  Just as I was feeling comfortable standing on my favorite corner and getting settled there, James Root, the walking legend I physically saw for the very first time, the most interesting man in the world, by far the only member of Slipknot I never have been anxious about on the initial impression, walked down the hallways, an opportunity for a surprise input like “Hello.” He responded in such a comedic way with the statement as, “Well hello,” while simultaneously walking to his dressing room, and finding out about his affable, diverted character was only just the start; find out later at the end of the story.

In such the empty halls of the backstage area and a little while later, Corey Taylor, the real-life Wordheath, one of the walking legends of Slipknot that I have respectively salute to with my head down in humility, that blond-headed, ex-mohawked shaved Iowan, who was graciously tatted and white shirted with the marvelous, literally black hat and sunglasses, quick-stepped past me with such a greet as, “Hello. How are you?” Just as I responded that I’m fine, he continued outside to the tour bus parking lot. What seems like an unemotional, well-controlled reaction on the outside was actually an explosive, uncontainable excitement on the inside, which leaves me a tendency to wait outside and see which tour bus is his.

I excused myself outside with my mask held against my own torso which leaves me sitting at at the bench in deliberate so called, “Solitude,” only to have witnessed his smoking habit outside of the black tour bus second to the last one by the dealership name of, “Prevost,” and the payment location of, “Nashville, Tennessee,” imprinted on the bus. That sight of him left my heart beating like a marathon runner and my motives tempted to go up and talk to him, but my dilemma of shyness towards one of the walking legends of Slipknot and obedience for backstage etiquettes, that of which my mother taught me, restricted me from doing that. Of course I waited patiently in front of the black, growling machine as I was thinking of him with a rediculously stupendous, eighteen inch neck(trust me, it’s huge!) in which I sublimed about in my own head of things that should be kept closed behind the bedroom door full of sexy skeletons and other bondacious, dishy, creepy critters like cockroaches in lingere. Just as I was going about my fantasies, he finally walked out of its door, his foot on the last step before that solid concrete ground, noticing me only to have blurred out the word, “Hello,” a charismatic greet from someone who just looked busy to me. He then started a conversation with one of the runners, a signal to me to walk up and talk to him right after he ends that conversation, an only chance, which I took, to say, “Excuse me, sir.”

“Yes.”

I scattered every single word on top of my head in which I did all because of my beloved mask in my hand, “I was wondering about this mask and what you’ll think about it.”

Handing the mask to him, he observes it while I mentally stuttered on what I am going to say to him next, even after complimenting, “this is cool.”

“Don’t mind if I try it on?”

“Sure.”

When I was trying my best to put the stubborn work of “ingenious” blue jean art on my face, I apologized, saying, “Sorry that this is time consuming.”

“Don’t worry. I understand.”

I finally slid it over my face and head banged backwards to keep the dreads out of the way only to see the natural smile on his face, so I resumed to a suitable request, “I hand –sewed this myself. This mask has a story behind it. Do you want to hear it?”

“Sure.”

“Ok, so I was trying to paint this mask black, and it didn’t work as well as I thought it would, so when it dries out, it started stinking, and something hits me, ‘why not put it in the washing machine?’ And I put it in the washing machine, and when my mom came out, I told her, ‘hey, I’m just washing my mask.’ She panicked straight out, and when I finally got it out, I was devastated that it almost got killed and butchered up by a washing machine.”

He cracked up on some parts here and there, but he did put out a well-honored compliment, “It looks distressed, and that’s awesome.”

“I’m so sorry that I was nervous.”

“Don’t worry. I can totally get that.”

“I kind of wondered, I have my first electric guitar when I was ten, what should I do about it?”

“Well, I have a bunch of old guitars that I kept all of my life. Of course I gave some away to some charities, but each and every guitar has its value, so I kept them for twenty years, so it is better that you kept your first guitar too.”

I began to come up with another questions on top of my head, and thought that this would be useful, “Have you heard of School of Rock?”

“Yea, I visited to the one in Las Vegas.”

“Well, they assigned me to a song called, ‘Duality’ by Slipknot on guitar and back-up vocals, so what should I do for the screaming part?”

“Well, you kind of have to go through what’s natural to you. You start off from the stomach and work your way up to the top of your throat, and that gives it that ferocity in the vocals when you scream.”

I also thought I would like to come up with another question as well in terms of what is going, so I asked, “I did not like the fact that churches are always teaching people the wrong way, especially when they are faced with media and parents began to panic about it, but anyway, what is your opinions about it?”

Of course that I felt so much sorrowful sympathetic sadness for his forsaken, marooned, invective teeth when he was talking, but that was not my concern(side note: I’m so sorry, Corey. Please forgive me for I have solicited, beseeched, and impetrated of you, but I have to put it out there just for the love of my favorite dentist.) What he replied was very interesting if not well expounded, “Well, every group has a leader, so when people started groups like that, then they tend to have a leader, so it is not about finding God individually anymore, it is about following the leader. I have really good friends who are devoted Christians who don’t go to church but still follow God, and the whole Christianity thing didn’t work out for me, so I use common sense, some right and wrong, ...”

I introduced myself by my name before we shaked our hands as a greet. He politely excused himself out of our conversation and walked back into the building. And so I went back to the show runner’s office, thinking about the picture of Wordheath, and then I thought, “You know what? This picture best represents him out of all of my artwork. This is worth giving it to him.” So I sat on the stool at my favorite corner spot, witnessing traffic going left and right, and Roy, the drummer from Stone Sour, is a very intriguing character to me, so I got his attention and said, “Excuse me sir, but I have this artwork, could you please put it in your dressing room?”

“Who is this for?”

“Corey Taylor.”

“Alright, he’s in the shower, but I’ll make sure that he has it.”

He left with a smile and a wink of an eye. A few minutes later, he came back with something of an interesting suggestion, “You know what? It would make more sense if ‘you’ give it to him. I could take it to him if you want, but it makes much more sense for you to give it to him because you made the artwork.”

I agreed to give Corey the artwork myself, so he left back to the dressing room. A couple of more minutes later, Corey came out and just as I was about to raise up the folder to give it to him, his quick feet had already outran me, a huge failure on my part because I should have spoken out to give him the artwork. Roy, with little disappointment and some encouragement, tried again the best by raising my spirits verbally, “Why did you have you art in your hand? He just walked passed you. He walks fast, right? He’s a really approachable guy; he’s not one of those dickheads, so just simply give it to him when he comes around again. He will be walking through those hallways. Take it from me knowing him. Okay?”

I suddenly started to have tears ran to see what is going on when I did not want them to do so, but at least he stayed with me for a little bit before he walked back to the dressing room, that in which I felt really blessed to have an individual who cares. I was finally able to pull myself back together after he left back to the dressing room, and when Corey came from the artist entrance, I finally called out the “call to attention” phrase that did the trick since the very minute I used it, “Excuse me, sir.”

“Yes, my dear.”

“I have this artwork, and I think this represents you the best.”

I presented him the artwork, and to the surprise before my eyes, he accolades my art, “Oh, wow! This is wicked!” I then began to describe the symbolism behind it, and he was able to get it, “Oh, I see.”

“It’s better that you keep it.”

“Thank you so much for this.” And he walked away with the artwork, and that was the last time I ever physically handled the picture of Wordheath. The anti-VIP security looks at me with a smile and stated, “I think he likes it.”

Roy later came back and verbally imprinted an embellishing statement dangling inside of my brain by saying, “I told you.” I put on my genuine widest grin, confident of what I learned about Corey from the man of genius who gave me these three little words after I finally was able to know the one thing the reason why Corey looks busy but he is really not… “He just walks that way.” Of course I felt eye-watery again, so I said, “Thank you, sir, for at least encouraging me.”

What he said is a comedic statement made easy for even me to be on cloud nine, “Don’t call me sir, call me Roy.”

A little while later, Corey came walking down the halls again, and I have declared my gratitude to him, “Thank you, sir, for accepting my artwork.”

“Nonono. Thank you very much, and by the way. Don’t call me sir, call me Corey.” He stopped for a moment to ask if the anti-VIP security, his friend, and I needed anything and we all said, “No thank you.” And he continued on walking back to the dressing room. When Papa Roach was called up to the stage, each member wished me luck before I left to get to my seat. I skedaddled to my seat so I wait for the show to start. Eventually, I decided to head to the front of the mosh pit, but as I attempted to do so, it was too crowded try to go so far. Plus, some girl, guessing to be my age, cussed at me to “get the fuck off” of her and the bass amp was too loud for my ears, so I head back to my seat, relieved to be out of there. When the show was almost over, I had to get to the backstage area and eat dinner, so when I was walking across the elephant warehouse behind the stage, James was walking just beside me, a great opportunity for a little conversation for me to say, “Hello James.”

“Hello person.”

I introduced myself to correct his wording about my name, and he also said his greeting words as well as, “Well it’s nice to meet you.” Just as we shook hands, he didn’t let go and continued as if he’s starting a little joke, “Are you going there because I’m going here.”

We let go as I mentioned where I was going, “Nonono. I’m going to get dinner.”

“Well I’m going to get a smokie smoke.”

Both of us parted our ways. The catering area, almost empty, yet it seems like there was someone to sit next to. Once I gathered what to have on my plate, I requested the gentleman weather to sit next to him, accepted to the table, and began our conversation, starting with me. “How are you doing?”

“Fine, thank you, and you?”

“Fine with me, thanks. Got any favorite TV shows?”

“I like Family Guy.”

“Nice! Stewie’s awesome. And what about Futurerama?”

“Futurama’s an awesome show too. I love stupid shows because there is no other way for me to entertain myself but this. How can an entertainer entertains himself?”

“So, what do you do?”

“I do merchandising.”

“Cool. What brought you to the music business?”

“Actually, my cousin was working as a stagehand for Five Finger Death Punch, and he invited me to do the job, so I accepted it. As a matter of fact, when I saw how difficult the job is, I changed my job to an easier one, and that is merchandising. You may think that the stagehand stuff is easy, but it is really hard and risky.”

“Especially with the suspended equipment for the lighting.”

“Exactly.”

“How long have you been in this business?”

“About 8 years or so and current with merchandising.”

“My mother worked in the music business, and I was born in 1995…”

“Wow, so you have been backstage all of your life.”

“Yes. So do you have anything in experience about Slipknot what so ever?”

“I have never worked in a Slipknot show as a merchandiser before, but the girl named, “Kat,” who worked with them, taught me everything I needed to know about merchandising. She is awesome!”

We talked back and forth of course, so I introduced myself, and he introduced himself to me by his name, in which I cannot remember. I was finished with my dinner and was heading across the elephant warehouse when I saw Roy and Corey in front of the stage door. I wished both of them luck when Corey said to me to “Take it easy.” So I took those words and made them to reality once I reached a single foot back to my assigned seat at the show. On the very presentation of the band playing the note of the first song in the set list, I am well impressed of how much concentration they put on the balance between the stage presence and the music. They played songs from “House of Gold and Bones Part 1” and “House of Gold and Bones Part 2” as well as some of the older songs from “Come Whatever May.” After a couple of songs later, the acoustic part was where I walked back to the mosh pit, only to make a wise decision of staying away from the crowd because I was able to get a clear vision of him anyway. He first did an Alice in Chains song and then he did his own afterwards. After those two songs, I saw that Roy was getting back on his drum set again, a cue for myself to get back to my seat again before the PA bass speakers blow by ears off again.

Just when the show was almost over, I headed backstage and sat on the stool at my favorite corner near the show runner’s office. I had finally made my chance to laud Corey for the performance, and he thanked me very much for such extol with a high hand-shake, and he exited the building again. Although I took no interest in seeing Shinedown because I had other things in mind that I wanted to get out of the way with my mouth, I headed to an area near the Stone Sour tour bus to hang out with James Root. I eventually started my conversation with him by a question like, “So there was supposed to be the pentatonic, the half-pentatonic half-melodic, and the melodic scale, do you have any information about these scales?”

“You’re speaking all Russian to me. I only play by ear, and that is the reason why that some of the songs you heard us perform was a little off because I was trying to find the right note. If you want to know all about this stuff, go ask Josh Rand; he’s the one that does all the homework and the actual solos.”

“Have you ever been to a Pink Floyd concert before?”

“I have never been to a single Pink Floyd concert ever because I was too young at that time, and when I was old enough to see them live, they already broke up, but I did see Rodger Water’s ‘The Wall.’”

“I have seen two shows of Rodger Waters playing ‘Animal’ and ‘The Wall.’”

“’Animals’ is the best album out of Pink Floyd.”

“What was life like in Iowa?”

“When I was a child, it was boring. When I was a teenager, it was boring. When I was a young adult, it was boring also. Generally, conditions get pretty mild there. It does get pretty cold there, but it also gets pretty warm there too. Education is good.”

“And Iowan politics?”

“I was not aware of politics until a couple of years ago. Our state is republican. I believe that the government should not get into people’s personal business and do their own work with the economy, and I am all about freedom. I even remembered that my parents seem republican to me, and I was all democratic, but when I finally saw what my parents believed in politically, this whole argument did not work well with me.”

“I did have this little trivia that I might like to say. Do you want to hear it?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“Did you know that since Adolf Hitler’s the one that corresponded with Volkswagen, he drew a picture that would be later known as a Volkswagen Beetle. He designed the Beetle.”

“People’s car.”

“Yeah, and what is so contradictory about the Beetle is that the company had used a bunch a Jewish slaves, in which is so prejudice.”

“Prejudice will be around as long as humans continue to live.”

“So hence the term, people=S, right?”

“Not only that, but it has always been part of humanity.”

“What was school like?”

“School; what school? The term ‘school’ is pretty vague.”

“I mean education. How do you do on that?”

“I dropped out at high school. Of course what I recommend for you to do is to finish high school first before you pursue your music. I was at senior year, and then I suddenly decided that I go ahead and drop out.”

“At least there’s free education in Europe.”

“There is nothing in this world is for free, sister. You gotta get it out of your head. If it seems free, someone’s paying for it.”

“I’ll keep that advice in mind.”

“It’s not an advice. It’s the truth.”

“Anyway, how do you play with a mask on?”

“It is just like what you’ll do in any show. What I’ll do with my mask is that the eye-hole sockets on it were uncomfortable, so what I do is I will cut some little pieces off and place some little pieces of cushion on the edges of them. Of course our masks fit, they’re all custom made, but they always do not fit one way or another. When playing with it on your face, it is all based on conditioning, and if playing with a mask on as a first-timer, you’ll only come through what is best for you when you face that obstacle.”

“Have you heard of School of Rock?”

“Yes I do.”

“I have this song that I am assigned to called, ‘Duality,’ so how was the song written out?”

“Well, Joey, Paul, Corey, and I wrote the song. Paul came up with the rhythm, Joey came up with the drum beats, Corey came up with the chorus, and I came up with the melody for the song.”

James excused himself to the tour bus to get his shit in there. Meanwhile, Corey showed up, and I politely got his attention and started another conversation with him. Starting with me, “So how did you write, ‘Duality?’”

“James, Joey, Paul, and I wrote the song. Paul did the rhythm, Joey for the drum beats, James for the melody, and I was trying my best to give the most effective chorus for the entire song.”

“How did Rick Rubin make the song effective?”

“Good question. I don’t know. Of course he points out a couple of things here and there and whatnot, but I have no clue what so ever. It was only just us and the sound engineer.”

Just as I was listening to him, I was caught up, my eyes arrested and euphorically petrified by his deviant but congenital blue eyes, so I asked in hopes of getting a longer answer, “What are you experiences with a producer?”

“It is based on what producer you are working with. If that producer is not helping or contributing in any way, shape, or form, then it is just you and the sound engineer.”

“I was about to put a seven-string guitar on lay-away, and there was another one available online, and I did not want to buy the online one because I knew how it felt at Guitar Center, so when the time where instant gratification is effective?”

“It depends what it is. Of course you will try it out to see if you want to stick with that object or not. However, when I find something I like, I will always like to get an object of ‘that movie,’ or ‘that book,’…”

“Like a CD collection on a shelf.”

He was suddenly distracted by James Root, coming out of the stage door with a Yorkshire terrier in his arms. Corey puts full focus on the dog and a full grin on his face, “Awwww. Puppers! There is nothing as cute as Puppers!” (A very cordial if not genial reaction indeed.)

James walked towards Corey ready to hand it out, “You want to hold it?”And Corey, with pleasure to do so, held the terrier in his arms. He eventually gave it to one of the guys and walks away. I have to excuse myself to check on the office and see if my godfather is going or not. I meanwhile told the guys who were near the Stone Sour tour bus that whenever they get a chance to say “goodbye” to James and Corey for me. After a little while, I packed my stuff and waited for him to pack his laptop. We decided to say our goodbyes to my friends, Jerry, Tobin, and Toby from Papa Roach before we looked for Jacoby. When he came back from talking to his children, I said my goodbyes to him before my godfather and I walked to the car. Unfortunately, it was on a school night, and I had to sleep in at 6:45 in order to get prepared to run to school.



This picture was given to Corey at that time.