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Chapter One

“Dude, you’re still fucking asleep?”

I feel soe of the bed I’m naked, not that Max see next to me, barely covered by the thin white cotton sheet I reach over and cup her ass I don’t reht, except that I had fun

“Don’t you knock?” I gru head

He laughs and throws some clothes at me

I jerkup to a fucking audience?”

Max rolls his eyes He laughs and rubs his jaw as she rolls over, a look of recognition showing in his eyes

“Dude, considering I plowed that last week, I daresay she wouldn’t be that annoyed I think I left her pretty satisfied,” he adds with a wink “She kept calling me for days”

I groan and get up, not needing the i anywhere Max has been is not so I want to think too hard about

“I think I’ to the shower “Now can you get the fuck out of my room?”

Max chuckles and walks toward the door “Hurry up Everyone else is waiting for your sorry ass Soet back to, you know”

I takethe feel of the hot water running over my face I feel like shit—a combination of lack of sleep and the aht I lost count after nuirl back to my room—not that that’s unusual behavior for me

If there was one thing I learned early on in life, it’s that everybody needs an outlet Mine is letting loose after a show I’ve worked hard to get where I a up that level ofhard, so I make sure I let myself relax

My drugs of choice at the moment are blondes and bourbon

Outside, I ignore the guys as I loadinto the passenger seat next to Max He glances at me and chuckles, his dirty blond hair in desperate need of a wash

“You still look like shit,” he co his unshaven jawline

“Yeah, well, it was our last night away I wanted to lasses down and closeme? I know you feel as seedy as I do”

“Not true I holdof which, you coht in with Mommy and Daddy?”

“I’ll let you know,” I mutter, which translates to ‘It depends how quicklyback hoet the fuck out of there

My relationship with my parents is strained—to put it nicely We are your typical upper-class family: a father orks too much, a mother who drinks toobut fucked up, but she’s only fifteen There’s still plenty of time for my parents to ruin her life—and believe me, they try

My dad in particular has never supportednot only my time, but theirs too My favorite line from him?

“We didn’t have you so you could fuck up your life sleeping all day, drinking and chasing a drea to achieve”

Supportive, huh? You can iine the hell it caused when I was spotted by a talent scout for a record label Even when rasp, I’m still a disappointment because I refuse to follow the path they chose for me

It’s been six ed so o this was all still a dreas I’d written in the park or down on the beach, and I was actuallya decent amount of cash from it I hadn’t even intended to street perforuitar case In the end I was ular listeners who’d stop by to hear ood that felt People actually liked my shit

When the scout from the record company approached me, I was stunned This kind of shit didn’t happen tobands, Severed was slowly receiving an to realize our potential I had direction and a oals—especially not my own family

For now, it’s still shitty venues and even shittier hotels, but things are about to change in a big way I can feel it We’re on the verge of breaking through, and I’ve never been so ready for anything in all my life