was out of the band. A shitty bass player tossed into the gutter. But Rosalie would sing on with her guitarist Roary, drummer Ethan and keyboardist Cain, and maybe she’d find a new bassist soon. A better bassist. Someone with an even cooler name than me, like Fox Harlequin or Saint Memphis. Damn, those were cool names. Did Sin Wilder even stand a chance against them? I doubted it. Especially not when the new guy always played in tune and knew how to match the rhythm.
