Ro was watching Blake closely out of the corner of her eye throughout the entire interview. She could really sympathize with Blake. What must it feel like to have people you were close to talk about you, and badmouth you as if you weren't there when you actually were! They were essentially talking behind his back.
Blake's best friends were acting so cool and blas? about Blake's suicide. They seemed unaffected, not sad, but angry? Disappointed? Ro tried to pinpoint the emotions they had been displaying. It wasn't a suicide but a murder! Blake didn't want to die! Ro wanted to shout this out to the band members of Erotic Corpses.
It wasn't his fault! Ro felt her eyes prickling at Devon's cold words and saw Blake's eyes tearing up. This surprised her. Blake seemed so emotionally tough - like he didn't care about anything or anyone?
But as Blake's tears began to fall Ro knew that this was not true - that this was far from the truth. Blake did care and he was hurting?
And apparently ghosts cried glowing, green ectoplasm tears.
The green tears trailed down Blake's face and as they hit the air they disappeared as if they didn't exist.
Oh, Blake. Ro's heart went out to him - the lonely rockstar ghost.
Blake's eyes burned with rage, hurt, humiliation, and anger. And then he finally snapped.
"Arghhhh!" Blake angrily charged at his ex-band mates.
"Blake no!" Ro gasped and slapped a hand over her mouth at her slipup.
Sadie looked at Ro suspiciously. "Did you just call out to Blake?"
"What? No?that's crazy?I was just mad by what Devon said?I don't think it's true about Blake. I think that he considered all of you his friends. I'm sure he cared about all of you - in his own way. I'm sure of it." Ro insisted emotionally.
Sadie raised an eyebrow at Ro. "Hmmm you think so? Blake and I may have had hot rockstar sex but?afterwards he wouldn't even snuggle. That jerk left me in bed all alone and acted so cold. I think he was heartless." Sadie complained.
But Ro had already tuned the female rockstar out. The medium held her breath and bit down on her bottom lip as Blake charged at Devon and punched him hard across the face.
But Blake's fist passed right through Devon's head.
Blake sent a roundhouse kick at Joey's head next, but again Blake's foot just passed right through the bass guitarist.
Blake sent his fist into Vincent's gut - no effect.
"Arghhh! I'll kill you! You stupid jerks! You did this to me, didn't you? You all look so happy now without me around! Is this what you all wanted? Did you all hate me so much? WELL, SCREW YOU!" Blake roared as he continued to beat the crap out of his band mates. Or at least, tried to.
Joey shivered as he felt a sudden chill crawl up his back and rubbed at his arms. Vincent frowned because he suddenly felt sick to the stomach and Devon's expression became closed and shuttered, his mouth forming a thin, grim line.
Guilt, perhaps? Ro had to wonder at their strange reactions.
Watching Blake crying green ectoplasm tears as he 'beat up' his former band mates - made Ro's heart clench painfully within her chest. She wished she could take Blake's pain away?comfort him?
But she supposed she could help him by figuring out who his murderer was. And the very first people Ro would investigate would be Blake's own band mates.
Devon, Joey and Vincent walked off the stage and Sadie immediately attached herself to Devon's arm. The lead guitarist smirked at Sadie and they began to walk off.
Gripping his stomach, Vincent headed for the toilet?
Joey stopped next to Ro and gave her a weak smile. "Thanks to you we managed to look fashionable. We're going to need your help for our upcoming concert?"
Ro nodded. "Sadie mentioned I'd have to design costumes for all of you?"
"If you can?" Joey asked looking hopeful.
"I?" Ro looked around for Blake to help her with her response. But he was still on stage. Blake had fallen to his knees and had his head bowed. His bangs were hiding his current expression.
"Um, of course, I can design you all costumes for your concert. It'll be a piece of cake. I am a Pro Stylist after all." Ro exclaimed as enthusiastically as she could.
"Great, I'll let Manager Brody know. The theme of the concert is: war, military zombies, ghosts and the underworld."
Ro blinked. "Military zombies?" This is bad! This is bad! What am I going to do? I dug myself into a hole?or should I say grave! I don't know how to design clothes! Someone help meeee!
Joey nodded. "Since we'll be performing a lot of songs Blake used to sing as well as a new song that Blake and Devon worked on together?Manager Brody and Mr. Wraythe thought it would be a good theme. This concert will honor the legacy Blake left behind - his 'ghost', so to speak. He may not be with us in the flesh but he's with us in spirit." Joey said firmly. "At least, that's what I believe."
Ro gave Joey a surprised look. "You wish he was here, don't you?"
Joey looked startled for a moment. "Ah, I gotta go get packed up?I have your phone number and email, so I'll contact you about the costumes! Or I'll get Manager Brody to give you a call with more information about the job. See you!" Joey sped off at high speed.
Well, that was weird. Joey is definitely hiding something. But what? Ro wondered. The medium looked back at Blake alone in the center of the stage wit his head bowed, and green, glowing tears silently streaming down his face.
Who killed Blake White? Ro asked herself, her own ice-blue eyes glistening. For the first time since she encountered the ghost on Rodeo Drive she really wanted to know.