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Didn’t they have a clue that there is nothing special about me? I play in a band, play music because it’s all I have ever known. I live it and breathe it every single day of my life. I can’t see myself doing anything else. So, to have those numbnuts waiting on me like I’m a God or something, doesn’t make sense. Even though I knew what I was getting myself into the moment we signed with June, I still hated those bastards; I wanted them to die a very slow, painful, lonely death.
    While I was at the drugstore, I happened to come across a few tabloids with Wayne and Harmony. His hand was on her ass, squeezing it while his tongue was down her throat. The headline said: Another JINKS member off the market? The thought of those two together had me begging for a drink. I wanted to open my bottle of vodka in the store and drown myself with it. Wayne and Harmony - what the fuck?
    Christmas is a couple weeks away and I haven’t even thought about getting a tree. I used to love decorating the tree with my mom when I was younger. As she hung lights, I hung each ornament with care, making sure they were in the perfect spot. She never told me where to hang them or tried to rearrange my hard work. We always had a lot of fun decorating while Christmas tunes were playing in the background. We would sing and drink hot apple cider until the tree was all finished. I wish I was back home helping my mom decorate. I bet it’s already up and shining bright with white lights. I missed her on Thanksgiving and was grateful she came out to visit me on our last tour stop in Arizona. She said she had a great time watching us perform and was so happy to finally see me living my dream. After our opening, she gave me a huge hug and told me how proud she was of me and that her keeping two jobs down was all worth it in the end. Her saying that almost had me crying, it meant everything to me.
    Now as I look around at my lifeless apartment I’m feeling homesick for the first time in six years. I down the case of beers I bought, crank up my iPod and play some good old fashion Christmas music. There is nothing like Bing Crosby singing one of my favorites: White Christmas . Fuck yes . After my last drop of beer I open the vodka. By this time I am already feeling overly buzzed.
    I grab some cold pizza from the fridge, plant myself on my ratted couch and continue with my drinking binge - that is until my cell phone starts to vibrate on the coffee table. Harmony. After I told her to get rid of my number she put it out there saying if I ever wanted to talk she would listen. Why would she fucking care? What am I to her when she has one of my best friends to worry about? Although it’s best I cut ties with her, talking sounds good.
    I tease her a bit before she gives in to coming over. I wonder if Wayne knows she’s on her way over and if he has any clue I want her all to myself? But I know the dufus, so he’s probably sucking face with some chick right about now. It makes my blood boil just thinking about him hurting Harmony. Almost every single night on tour he was with a different girl, all the while he was actually involved with her.
    I take a few more shots of vodka before I hear a knock at my door. I get a lazy ass smile on my drunk face and open the door to the most unbelievably, gorgeous woman I have ever come across. She just gets more beautiful every time I lay my eyes on her. I look her up and down, taking in her black stretchy, yoga - whatever you call them - pants, that cover her shapely thighs and I immediately get a hard-on. My eyes move up toward the thin green top that lays flat against her stomach, showing off her perky tits and short black sweater that I want to rip away from her shoulders. Her hair is swept up into a messy bun on top of her head and her face is clear of makeup, yet she fucking glows and takes my breath away. Damn I want her so bad my balls are aching.
    My hand is grasping onto the top of the door as I lean against it and