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nice to see someone fuckin’ happy. He showed us around the arena then took us to the suite we’d use for our dressing room and after-show party. It was pretty impressive, although not the Garden. Still I wasn’t jaded enough to think it wasn’t fuckin’ awesome.
Terrence, our security, had been all over the place and knew how we’d go from the suite to the stage and back, and where the contest winners would be waiting to meet us for the party.
Backstage we waited for Devastating Reality, our new opening act, to finish up. I was fuckin’ impressed too. Their lead singer had a great voice, not as good as Chaos but definitely had staying power. Joe heard them play a few years ago and when he saw they hadn’t been signed yet, he hooked them up. They’d be opening for us in Nashville and Chicago—a big break for them, hopefully they wouldn’t fuck it up. I’d heard their drummer liked to cause a lot of shit.
After their set Joe introduced us—Fitz, Ian, Paddy, and CB. Paddy was the one Joe said to keep an eye on. It didn’t really fuckin’ matter to me as long as they performed and didn’t fuck up. We only had to deal with them for the next week or so.
Finally we were on stage. It was my fuckin’ happy place, actually we all agreed on that. We played to forget our past and to make a new future. We were the exceptions to the rule—proving foster care wasn’t always a bad thing. The Shermans had saved us. Sure we each had our scars but they’d healed because of the family they gave us.
Chaos had his ‘Eleanor’ but I had my Flying V…same as my idol Jimmi Hendrix. He played guitar like a God and I worshipped at his rock altar. The first time I held the guitar I swear he fuckin’ talked to me. I know it wasn’t true but I felt him, and knew it was a sign. Since then I hadn’t played any other guitar, my “V” was it.
Rage counted us in and as I played the opening notes of “ Blood Brothers ”, all the shit bugging me vanished. It was all about the music. We played through four songs from our first album and then added in a couple from the new one Chaos and Cyn were writing. Of course we’d be doing their ballad, “ Loving Sin ”, then we played through “ Hiding From Reality ” and “ Storm Clouds ”. I really liked the new shit they were writing. We’d been worried for nothing when Symmetry, our record company, demanded we use a songwriter. Cyn was great and now she was engaged to Chaos. No one saw that shit coming. It kind of figured he’d be the first to commit, and she was fuckin’ good for him. I can’t remember ever seeing him this happy.
Chaos had us run through “ Storm Clouds ” three times before he was happy with it, and then it was a wrap. We were done until the show in about four hours. I needed to get with Joe about Sapphire, but first we had to do a radio interview. When you’re starting out you have no idea about all the little shit you have to do. It takes a lot of the fun out of it, but then I guess it’s why we get paid the big bucks. Each of us already had more money than we’d ever imagined.
The first thing we’d done after getting our new instruments was pay off the mortgage on the Sherman’s house. It was the least we could do, if not for them we’d be nothing. They were too old to foster anyone anymore and I knew Sally missed it. She still volunteered at the local homeless shelter every week. Jack volunteered too, but he was more a hands on type of guy so he helped build houses with the local Habitat for Humanity. Better fuckin’ role models we couldn’t have asked for, and they supported all of our decisions even when we went on the road to try to make it big.
The vibrating phone interrupted my train of thought. “Yeah?”
“It’s Cyn. How’s it going over there?”
“Great, we’re done. Chaos is talking shop with one of the guys from Devastating Reality. I’m sure he’ll call you soon.”
“I wasn’t checking up on him.”
“I
Terrence, our security, had been all over the place and knew how we’d go from the suite to the stage and back, and where the contest winners would be waiting to meet us for the party.
Backstage we waited for Devastating Reality, our new opening act, to finish up. I was fuckin’ impressed too. Their lead singer had a great voice, not as good as Chaos but definitely had staying power. Joe heard them play a few years ago and when he saw they hadn’t been signed yet, he hooked them up. They’d be opening for us in Nashville and Chicago—a big break for them, hopefully they wouldn’t fuck it up. I’d heard their drummer liked to cause a lot of shit.
After their set Joe introduced us—Fitz, Ian, Paddy, and CB. Paddy was the one Joe said to keep an eye on. It didn’t really fuckin’ matter to me as long as they performed and didn’t fuck up. We only had to deal with them for the next week or so.
Finally we were on stage. It was my fuckin’ happy place, actually we all agreed on that. We played to forget our past and to make a new future. We were the exceptions to the rule—proving foster care wasn’t always a bad thing. The Shermans had saved us. Sure we each had our scars but they’d healed because of the family they gave us.
Chaos had his ‘Eleanor’ but I had my Flying V…same as my idol Jimmi Hendrix. He played guitar like a God and I worshipped at his rock altar. The first time I held the guitar I swear he fuckin’ talked to me. I know it wasn’t true but I felt him, and knew it was a sign. Since then I hadn’t played any other guitar, my “V” was it.
Rage counted us in and as I played the opening notes of “ Blood Brothers ”, all the shit bugging me vanished. It was all about the music. We played through four songs from our first album and then added in a couple from the new one Chaos and Cyn were writing. Of course we’d be doing their ballad, “ Loving Sin ”, then we played through “ Hiding From Reality ” and “ Storm Clouds ”. I really liked the new shit they were writing. We’d been worried for nothing when Symmetry, our record company, demanded we use a songwriter. Cyn was great and now she was engaged to Chaos. No one saw that shit coming. It kind of figured he’d be the first to commit, and she was fuckin’ good for him. I can’t remember ever seeing him this happy.
Chaos had us run through “ Storm Clouds ” three times before he was happy with it, and then it was a wrap. We were done until the show in about four hours. I needed to get with Joe about Sapphire, but first we had to do a radio interview. When you’re starting out you have no idea about all the little shit you have to do. It takes a lot of the fun out of it, but then I guess it’s why we get paid the big bucks. Each of us already had more money than we’d ever imagined.
The first thing we’d done after getting our new instruments was pay off the mortgage on the Sherman’s house. It was the least we could do, if not for them we’d be nothing. They were too old to foster anyone anymore and I knew Sally missed it. She still volunteered at the local homeless shelter every week. Jack volunteered too, but he was more a hands on type of guy so he helped build houses with the local Habitat for Humanity. Better fuckin’ role models we couldn’t have asked for, and they supported all of our decisions even when we went on the road to try to make it big.
The vibrating phone interrupted my train of thought. “Yeah?”
“It’s Cyn. How’s it going over there?”
“Great, we’re done. Chaos is talking shop with one of the guys from Devastating Reality. I’m sure he’ll call you soon.”
“I wasn’t checking up on him.”
“I
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