Dancer in the Night
Ben looked up from his laptop. It was late, he should have gone home a long time ago. He yawned, closing the computer. He'd been having alot of late night stays latley, ever since-- well.
He slipped the strap of his bag over his shoulder and walked out into the dark band hall. The security light was still on, shining by the door, the only light in the room. He looked around. For some reason, he seemed reluctant to go. Usually a day of work was enough, and by 5:00 he couldn't wait to get home. Something was holding him there, like there was something left unfinished, like he was still looking for something. Something was lost, and he didn't w