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Authors: Allie Juliette Mousseau
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going to drop you both on your asses. But I’ve got the leggy brunette wanting me already.” I listened as Lucas showed off behind the kit.
“I’ll take the blonde,” I remarked without thinking or looking up as I worked the tuning keys.
“There is no blonde, asshat,” Noah said. “Where’s your head?”
Zach threw his head back and laughed. “Not his head, his dick. It’s probably back with that hot piece of blonde ass he called a flu.”
I rolled my eyes. “Too bad you can’t play music half as good as you can run your mouth.”
“Glad to see you decided to show, Sam.” Logan, our new manager, walked between us. “Let’s rotate set lists. We’ll start tonight with set three. We’re getting a lot of requests for the original stuff here, so intermix two originals with every cover. Make it a show to remember, the scout from The Showbox is here.”
“No fucking way, I’ve always wanted to play that place!” Zach looked around. “What does he look like?”
“She,” Logan answered plainly. “She’s the pretty Asian woman at the table on the right.”
“Fuck.” Zach grumbled. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a smashed twenty dollar bill and threw it at Noah.
I laughed. “You guys are such douche-bags.”
“It’s show time, little girls,” Logan informed us as he walked behind the stage.
We were ready.
I checked over the set list, mixing it up like Logan suggested.
Three Days Grace – “The Good Life”
Bush – “Glycerine”
Staind – “It’s Been Awhile”
Tool – “Sober”
Daughtry – “It's Not Over”
Creed – “One Last Breath”
Nickelback – “If Today Was Your Last Day”
Nirvana – “In Bloom”
Foo Fighters – “The Pretender”
I’d pepper the list with our original songs. They were good (after all, they were mine) and Logan had been spreading our demo around. We were already getting airplay and requests throughout Washington. Logan was on me to write a second full set list of originals.
I was the sole songwriter of the group—which is where my dilemma began.
I knew it was me holding the rope that held back the tour. I loved playing, but did I want it to be my whole existence? Every kid dreams about being a rock star, but do they really know what that pot of gold looks like at the end of that rainbow? No, they see the bright lights and adoring fans singing with the lyrics and jumping to the pounding drums. It’s hard work to get there. But to make it, even if it’s just for a while before you choose to step down … the ride could be fucking incredible.
We stepped out on stage to the roar of the early evening crowd of at least two hundred. People were crammed in and standing against the walls. The owner looked like he was trying to keep people out of the fire lanes. I looked back for a moment because I had that feeling that someone was watching me. Sure enough, Logan pointed at me and I heard him in my ear monitor.
“You’re the man!”
I gave him a quick nod and leaped to the front of the stage with my arms in the air and my guitar strapped to my body.
“ARE YOU READY TO ROCK THE HOUSE, SEATTLE?” I shouted into the mic.
The crowd screamed back.
“WE ARE … CHASING NORTH!”
The crowd lost their fucking minds! This was a high like no other, better than bungee jumping off the tallest bridge or snowboarding the longest, fiercest halfpipe. Those were things you did to test and challenge your own strength and endurance. This—performing in front of others—was a give and take relationship. The more they loved you and screamed and jumped and sang along, the hotter you got. Best thing I could compare it to was amazing fucking sex.
The sex idea got me thinking and, as we started Three Days Grace’s “The Good Life,” I found myself scanning the room for a tight blonde bun.
Chapter Seven
“Away from the Sun”
3 Doors Down
Catherine
“You’re not answering the question, Catherine. Do you feel like you’re truly
“I’ll take the blonde,” I remarked without thinking or looking up as I worked the tuning keys.
“There is no blonde, asshat,” Noah said. “Where’s your head?”
Zach threw his head back and laughed. “Not his head, his dick. It’s probably back with that hot piece of blonde ass he called a flu.”
I rolled my eyes. “Too bad you can’t play music half as good as you can run your mouth.”
“Glad to see you decided to show, Sam.” Logan, our new manager, walked between us. “Let’s rotate set lists. We’ll start tonight with set three. We’re getting a lot of requests for the original stuff here, so intermix two originals with every cover. Make it a show to remember, the scout from The Showbox is here.”
“No fucking way, I’ve always wanted to play that place!” Zach looked around. “What does he look like?”
“She,” Logan answered plainly. “She’s the pretty Asian woman at the table on the right.”
“Fuck.” Zach grumbled. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a smashed twenty dollar bill and threw it at Noah.
I laughed. “You guys are such douche-bags.”
“It’s show time, little girls,” Logan informed us as he walked behind the stage.
We were ready.
I checked over the set list, mixing it up like Logan suggested.
Three Days Grace – “The Good Life”
Bush – “Glycerine”
Staind – “It’s Been Awhile”
Tool – “Sober”
Daughtry – “It's Not Over”
Creed – “One Last Breath”
Nickelback – “If Today Was Your Last Day”
Nirvana – “In Bloom”
Foo Fighters – “The Pretender”
I’d pepper the list with our original songs. They were good (after all, they were mine) and Logan had been spreading our demo around. We were already getting airplay and requests throughout Washington. Logan was on me to write a second full set list of originals.
I was the sole songwriter of the group—which is where my dilemma began.
I knew it was me holding the rope that held back the tour. I loved playing, but did I want it to be my whole existence? Every kid dreams about being a rock star, but do they really know what that pot of gold looks like at the end of that rainbow? No, they see the bright lights and adoring fans singing with the lyrics and jumping to the pounding drums. It’s hard work to get there. But to make it, even if it’s just for a while before you choose to step down … the ride could be fucking incredible.
We stepped out on stage to the roar of the early evening crowd of at least two hundred. People were crammed in and standing against the walls. The owner looked like he was trying to keep people out of the fire lanes. I looked back for a moment because I had that feeling that someone was watching me. Sure enough, Logan pointed at me and I heard him in my ear monitor.
“You’re the man!”
I gave him a quick nod and leaped to the front of the stage with my arms in the air and my guitar strapped to my body.
“ARE YOU READY TO ROCK THE HOUSE, SEATTLE?” I shouted into the mic.
The crowd screamed back.
“WE ARE … CHASING NORTH!”
The crowd lost their fucking minds! This was a high like no other, better than bungee jumping off the tallest bridge or snowboarding the longest, fiercest halfpipe. Those were things you did to test and challenge your own strength and endurance. This—performing in front of others—was a give and take relationship. The more they loved you and screamed and jumped and sang along, the hotter you got. Best thing I could compare it to was amazing fucking sex.
The sex idea got me thinking and, as we started Three Days Grace’s “The Good Life,” I found myself scanning the room for a tight blonde bun.
Chapter Seven
“Away from the Sun”
3 Doors Down
Catherine
“You’re not answering the question, Catherine. Do you feel like you’re truly
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