Life never stays the same for long.

I was the last person to stay in the studio today, taking over what was usually Calvin's job. It's a slightly strange place to be in, at least, something that I had never anticipated when I first accepted the job. The friends gained, and the friends lost - everything had to come full circle.

There isn't much time to mope, when there's so much to do.

The buzz that my 'little project' is generating is quite unexpected. It's not a big deal, but the way things work everyone would know about it sooner or later. Not that it matters really - who does it concern except those involved?

The time for hesitation and uncertainty is over. I'm sick of playing hide and seek with myself. I'm tired of constantly looking over my shoulder.

I know what I want. Every dream worth realizing in this world requires you to work for it. And I'm going to fight the good fight.

If I'm going to fall, I will dust my scabby knees and get to my feet.

I'm going to show you what I'm made of.

Look at my eyes. Can you feel the flames burning within?