You sit alone in a theater. A movie's been rolling for the past half hour and though you've watched every second of it you can't remember what's taken place. Someting within the screen has you mesmerized. It's grabbed your attention, but you don't know why, or even what it is that's has captured your mind. At one point you feel the need to get closer. You slowly rise from your seat and descend down the isle toward the colossal silver screen. As you near it it appears as if it begins shimmering, glowing, almost. You come within an arm's length of the silver sheet. From the projector at the back of the theater, the movie continues to play, but you've long forgotten about it now. You're here for the screen. In your mind you can almost hear it calling to you.

'Touch me" it whispers in your ear.

You slowly extend your arm and touch the screen....

You're standing at the top of a small set of stairs, at the end of an alley. At the bottom of the cements stairs is a small wooden door. You can't remember how you got here. Your last memory is of touching the screen inside the movie theater. You want to turn around and run away. You want to run home, you want to be somewhere familiar, you want to be safe. Just as you're ready to break and run the voice you heard earlier speaks again.

"Open the door"

It's the voice. It spurs you and erases your worries and doubts. You descend the stairs and stand, facing, the wooden door. You raise your hand to knock on the door, but after a moment you lower it. You have a feeling in the pit of your stomach that who ever's behind the door is expecting you. You don't need to knock. You carefully push the door open and step inside. Dull light from an incandescent lighbulb illuminates the room. There's very little in the room to see. A table and a couple of chairs, on the wall opposite you is another door. Simple, yet in your mind, appropriate. You stand in the doorway unsure of what to do. Seconds after you've entere the room the door across from you pushes open and a man steps in. It appears to be someone you know, it takes a moment for you to realise who it is.

Shane Jackson.

Though you know who it is he seems different. Something about his demeanor, the way he's walking and moving. He's Shane Jackson, yet at the same time he's also not. In his hand he carries a leather briefcase. He glances up at you, then circles around to the side of the table and takes a seat, laying the briefcase on the rickety table. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a cigarette. It crosses your mind that never once have you ever seen Shane smoke before. He places the cigarette in his mouth and lights it. He takes a long drag and slowly exhales, letting the smoke slowly float up around the single lighbulb in the middle of the room. He turns and looks directly at you.

Shane: Hello Gabe.

"What's going on" you think to yourself. "I'm not Gabriel Steele".

Shane motions to a seat at the table and you casually take it.

Music quietly begins playing but nobody but you are able to hear it. It's like a movie. Only the audience is able to hear the music that playes in the background, none of the players even know it exists.

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed

Shane reaches over to his briefcase and pops it open. He reaches inside and slowly produces a mirror with a small pile of white poweder on it. He places the mirror on the table, then reaches into one of his pockest and produces a razor and a small straw.

She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead

Shane takes another deep drag off his cigarette while he chops the white powder into four lines. When he's finally pleased with what he's created he carefully slides the mirror toward you. You look up at Shane, slightly puzzled and unsure of what to do. He hands you the straw and gives you a smiple nod.

Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running

After a moment you suddenly understand what's expected of you. You take several deep breathes to prepare yourself, then place the straw in one of your nostrils and quickly snort up a line. You lean back in your chair and take a deep breath, letting the unknown powder settle into your body. You look toward Shane and you can feel the substance taking effect. You vision begins to blur in and out. You try to keep them focused but it's no use you can't help it. You look from Shane down to the mirror. For the first time you're able to see your reflection in it. You realise why Shane called you Gabe. You bear a resemblance to Gabriel Steele, a striking resemblance. You don't understand it, you know you're not Steele.

Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb

Shane: High yet?

You: I...

You shake your head, trying to clear the cobwebs. You can't think straight.

So much to do so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets

Shane: Are you enjoying it?

You: I...I'm...

Shane: I know you're enjoying it. You always do Gabe.

You: No...Gabe...I...

You can't get the words out. You're trying to piece them together but it's not working.

Shane: You can't deny it Gabe. You love getting high on yourself.

A laugh escapes Shane's lips as he nods towards one of your hands. You slowly raise the hand to your face and are shocked to see a deep cut across your wrist.

Shane: Take another hit Gabe. Go on. It's what's destroying you, but you're addicted. You can't put down the straw.

You stare in amazement at your wrist. Several lines of blood inch their way from the cut but they only get a short distance before they begin dissolving into white powder.

You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow

You continue to stare in amazement at your wrist as the white powder continues to seep from your wound. Suddenly behind you the wooden door is splintered to pieces. A group of police officers rush the room.

Hey now you're an All Star get your game on, go play
Hey now you're a Rock Star get the show on get paid

You spring out of your seat in surprise but don't get a chance you go anywhere. You're pushed into the wall by several officers as a pair of handcuffs are placed on you.

And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold

You glance across the room expecting to see Shane in the same position against a different wall. To your astonishment Shane is still sitting in his chair. He takes a drag off his nearly expended cigarette and gives a short laugh.

Shane: See what I mean Gabe. Every hit you take brings you down that much more. Say what you want, try and escape the fact but everyone who looks at you can see it.

It's a cool place and they say it gets colder
You're bundled up now but wait 'til you get older

Several officers grab you by the arms and force you out the small wooden door you entered a short time ago. You can hear Shane's finals words echoing from the room behind you.

Shane: You live your life like a junkie.

But the meteor men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture

You're drug up the set of cement stairs. As you reach the point, at the top of the stairs, where you first realised where you were something happens.....

You're touching the movie screen. For a second you're can't believe what's happened. It seemed like it was a dream. Like the events in that room never took place. You shake your head and wonder. You turn away from the screen and something catches your ear. Music.

The ice we skate is getting pretty thin
The waters getting warm so you might as well swim

It's coming from the movie that playing in the theater. You think you understand. You were day dreaming and you were just hearing the music from the movie you were watching. Does it make sense? You make yourself believe it does. You quickly return to your seat, and grab your jacket. Canadian winters are unforgiving.

My world's on fire how about yours
That's the way I like it and I never get bored

You slip on the jacket and waste no time leaving the theater as the movie plays behind you. As you step from the theater doors something slips from your pocket, something you don't notice. A straw.

Hey now you're an All Star get your game on, go play
Hey now you're a Rock Star get the show on get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold

Credit to Smash Mouth and their 1999 Album 'Astro Lounge' for the song "All Star" used, in part, in this RP.