Study music, they said. Join Count Tracie's big band, they said. See the galaxy, they told me! They conveniently left out the part where terrorists attack the venue we're playing and blow it to smithereens, but hey. Now, before you ask, the answer is "no." I can't just "start fresh with a new orchestra." Some kind of brain damage, the doctors said—second I try to grip a bow my hands start trembling. Funny thing, though...I can hold a gun just fine. I can even pull the trigger when enough credits are on the line. So, while I wait for my mind to mend itself, I've decided to make a living out here amongst the chaos. Those therapy bills aren't going to pay for themselves, after all.