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Chapter Seven

A fight broke out in the bar.

I almost got punched in the face.

Paul tried to help me, but was hit in his crotch by a drunk scruffy looking guy.

"Leave him alone, you ruffians"!

I begged as the poor Starchild was dragged across the floor.

Peter tried to pull them away, but he was pushed back into the counter.

Gene ran to go find their manager.

Just as I was about walk away, one of the drunk guys grabbed me by my torso and I blankly looked into his eyes.

His breath smelled like rotting human flesh.

Ace quickly used his fist and punched the guy that was threatening me in the nuts and he fell down pain.

Paul slipped away from the crowd and held me close to him.

"They almost broke my arm...".

Peter said as he stood next to the front door of the bar.

I was shaking with fear as the fight became worse than before.

Some people were on the floor, bleeding from their noses.

Others had been knocked out.

"Let's get outta here while we still can"!

Bill Aucoin shouted as he and Gene led us all out of the building.

When we made it to 23rd street, the band was worried sick about me.

Paul has his arms wrapped around my shoulder while Ace checked to make sure that I had no injuries.

"I don't see nothin'...".

He said, moving a strand of hair out of my face.