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A few weeks later, Pearce took my spot at the door again on a Friday night so I could enjoy Rebel’s Ultimatum, since they were playing again. It would be their last night at the club because they were about to go on tour as an opening act for a mega-popular group. This was the band’s first step toward the big time. The place was packed, and though I wasn’t at the front of the crowd as I usually was when they performed, I was close enough to see Monty playing bass. He hadn’t sought me out once since we’d gotten together, and I consoled myself that it was for the best. I couldn’t be involved with someone so arrogant and self-centered. Toward the end of the set, I saw a little commotion. A tall guy who looked familiar had jumped on stage. Before I could move forward and stop him from whatev