I am just a stupid girl, that's all I was ever meant to be. You can ask anyone who knew me, I was nothing to anyone and everyone. It's not that I'm not nice, I just tend to not get along with the majority of the people I meet. I could blame several occurrences in my life for it, but I like to take responsibility for who I've become.

And who am I you ask, I am me, in all my glory, I am Susanna Stackhouse. Lead singer of the band True Blood. I'm the stupid girl that decided to tell a whole town to fuck off.

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"Pam, where are you?" I yelled walking into her hotel room.

"Yes, Sookie, what has you hollering this time? I was a little preoccupied." I roll my eyes at her as she, oh so subtly, wipes off the corners of her mouth with her middle finger.

"Have you seen this?" I ask as I see Pam's latest conquest, Yvetta, wrapping herself in the bed sheet, all the while scowling at me. It's not my fault I will always be Pam's priority.

"You better fix this Pam, it's what I pay you for!"

"Calm down Sookie. Show me what has you so upset, darling." She says to me before wrapping me up in a reassuring embrace and kissing me tentatively on the mouth. That's enough to send Pam's entertainment stomping out the door. I laugh a little, feeling better as I show Pam the article that had me more then a little pissed off.

As the band True Blood wraps up their controversial, yet wildly successful world tour here in Shreveport, LA, a coming home of sorts, the local reaction is mixed. Since coming on the music scene the band has been hit hard by religious organizations and the politicians that they keep in office, saying the band is nothing more then a raunchy sex show. Rev Newland has been leading the campaign to stop True Blood from being able to perform here in Shreveport, since the dates of the tour were announced. Much to his dismay, it seems, that not even having God on his side can stop freedom of speech. Rev Newland and his followers plan on attending the concert this Saturday (outside the venue of course) to try to warn those in attendance of their impending doom at the hands of "the devil's own succubus- Susanna Stackhouse." Rev Newland's views have gotten a lot of attention from the small southern communities here in Northern Louisiana. Additional security measures are being put into place for the upcoming performance. Law enforcement has informed the press that there has been a designated area set up for those who plan on attending to protest the performance. They have also called in a special task force that has been trained in crowd control. For those of you who are wondering who will be financial responsible for all of these extra measures, there was a quote left on bands website, by Pamela Ravenscroft, regarding the matter, "True Blood will be paying for all of the fees that are needed to insure that their fans are kept safe from those over zealous, religious nut jobs. It makes you realize just how expensive freedom of speech has become."

The band was formed here in Shreveport and all but the lead singer grew up here. Lead singer, Susanna Stackhouse, grew up just outside of Shreveport, in a small town called Bon Temps. The town has emphatically denounced Stackhouse as being nothing but a whore that panders herself for money. The whole town, it seems, fully supports Rev Newland's crusade. With such statements being made, many are curious as to why they would end their tour here amongst so much turmoil, instead of New Orleans. One resident's reaction seems to insinuate that there's more to it then a homecoming for the band itself, but more for an alleged high school romance for Stackhouse herself.

"Sookie (referring to Stackhouse's childhood nickname) has never gotten over her high school crush, Bill Compton and I for one think that it's disturbing she thinks she can just come back to town and try to steel my man, just like she tried to do in high school. But she won't be able to sell her brand of filth here." - Lorena (Bon Temps). In response to this claim we were able to contact Bill Compton to ask how he felt about these assumptions regarding Stackhouse and himself. He more then verified that to be the case.

"Yes, Sookie and I have remained in close contact since her departure from her hometown. She and I have a lot to discuss upon her arrival. She is mine, she always has been mine and always will be mine. It's time for her to come home."

We were unable to reach Stackhouse's manager and publicist, Pamela Ravenscroft, who is also reported to be one of Stackhouse's lovers, for comment on these rumors. No one knows what is real and what is only hype regarding Stackhouse's image, some believe that her band mates are also on her ever expanding list of bed mates as well. Possibly another Grace Slick in the making. Being one of the most sought after interviews since she rarely gives them, always sighting that their music speaks for itself and refusing to answer anything regarding herself, stating that the interview is about the band and not her. True Blood is controversy gold with their strong rock presence and suggestive lyrics. Not to mention Susanna Stackhouse's barely there "costumes." Stackhouse has always tended to go for the more liberal view of what a rock star should be. "Sex, drugs and Rock n Roll, baby," has come to be her favorite catch phrase when asked about her behavior while on tour and when questioned about her lifestyle. True Blood may be the band, but it's Stackhouse herself that is the driving force behind their success. And this Saturday thousands of screaming fans, myself included, will be packing it in to see True Blood's sold out concert at Independence Stadium, regardless of the controversy surrounding the performance.

"Sookie I really don't see the problem with this article, it's no different then every other article out there about you and the band." Pam comments as she heads for the bathroom to take a shower.

"I know that, Pam. My problem with the article is the stupid local reactions from that useless slut Lorena and that unfucking believable asshole, Compton. When are those fuckwads going to stop their high school bullshit!" I say as I get into the shower behind her, taking a washcloth with me as I go.

"You know what the solution is. You have been dodging this since your career started. You're going to have to do a real interview, about you, not the band." She takes the washcloth from my hands and starts slowly moving it across my back and shoulders. I know she's doing this to calm my nerves, but I am eager to take back the control.

I turn around to see the smirk on her face, she knows she's winning the argument, but never one to admit to defeat, I lean in to her ear and whisper. "Pam, your bullshit doesn't work on me." I kiss her hard and she moans into my mouth. My hands grab her hips and squeeze. More moaning. They rake up her body until they find her breasts. Ungh, she feels so fucking good. I pinch and tease her nipples, roughly. My mouth moves to her neck so I can listen to her heavy breathing on my neck and in my ear as my fingers slide into her. She is always ready for me. Her wetness is so slick and she feels so good. Just pushing into her has me wanting to taste her. I want to be lost in this sensation, this euphoria. While my fingers are sliding in and out of her slowly I work my mouth down to her nipples, sucking and pulling with my teeth. I listen as her breath hitches and her breathing starts coming in shallow pants. I continue my way down her body until I find her nub. I begin slowly licking and sucking her while my fingers glide quickly in and out of her. Working her faster with my hand and my mouth. My other hand has found my sex and is working it in time with the one I have so deep inside her. Her hands grab my hair and shove my face into her sex, causing me to groan into her hot sex. The vibration is all she needs to send her over to edge. The feeling of her squeezing my fingers as she cums, sends me over the edge to my release. I stand up and kiss her mouth hard. She loves the taste of her cum on my mouth. Mmm, that Pam.

As we're getting dress Pam brings up the subject once again. "Sookie, how long do you think you're going to be able to avoid this?"

"Avoid what Pam?" I smirk at her, knowing exactly what she's talking about.

"Jesus Christ, Sookie! It's not like you to act like such a pussy, what is it about an interview that has you acting so insecure. Don't give me that bullshit about it being all about the band and not you. It's you on that stage, your body, your voice, your words, your vision. I know the guys are all talented or you wouldn't have picked them, but this band is what you created and people want to know about you. Can you really blame them?"

"I have no desire to explain myself to anyone ever again. I had to spend my whole childhood in a fucking box with everyone watching me, making assumptions and telling lies. And now I don't have to play their games. The rest of the world can say and think what they want to about me, but Compton and Lorena don't have the right to exploit me. I don't intend to explain my choices and my life to a world full of judgmental assholes. You know better then to think that the way I live my life is going to be "acceptable" to the public."

Pam's never pushed this hard before and I'm beginning to wonder what she's gettting out of it. So I ask her exactly why she is so adamant about this and what her motives are. Because with Pam there's always a motive. It's how we fucking met for Christ sakes. I thought she was looking for a little slap and tickle, but apparently she had heard Tray, Sam and I play at the bar one night. She approached me for some fun and it wasn't til the next morning when I found her card on the nightstand that I learned she was interested in the band. It was a win/ win for the band anyway. She has her fingers in a lot of pies and knows plenty of people willing to help small time bands get some time in the spotlight all over the country. And without her we wouldn't have had an in with Sophie's record label. I always wondered, though, if that was part of her interview process.

She looks down avoiding eye contact. "Great, Pam, just great. You don't do coy either. Just fucking spill." At this point I head over to the mini bar in the room, pulling out every little damn bottle of gin I can find. I can feel Pam's eyes watching my every move, not judging, she would never do that. I turn to her with my eyebrow raised waiting for her to finish telling me what I am beginning to realize I should be dreading.

"It's Compton's word against yours and now that he's been published its going to gain momentum. If we don't make a statement, I'm afraid of how far things will go. I know your past is your past, but I also know it still bothers you. And if you don't put an end to it now, everyone in that fucking town will tell every goddamn thing they THINK they know about you." She pauses and takes a deep breath, I know where she is going with this and I'm waiting for it, to feel that pain when I hear it. "Sookie, Bartlett is asking for money and I'm afraid of what he's willing to do to get it. And with Compton talking it's only a matter of time before someone gets to Bartlett."

My head is pounding now, just hearing his name makes me shut the fuck down. Before I know it, I've finished all the gin in my glass and make my way out of the room to Tray's room.

PPOV

I pick up the phone knowing exactly where she's headed. He picks up on the 2nd ring, "Tray, she acted exactly like you said, she's on her way to you now. Take care of our girl."

"Fuck Pam! I told you to wait til we were together. Jesus Christ, why couldn't you wait?" Hmm, he seems displeased, but I know he realizes it was inevitable.

"Well Tray, she brought the goddamn article to my room and I thought it was time to let her have a little bit of the reality she seems so intent on hiding from. We can't shelter her forever and we already discussed the need for her to do a more in depth article. She needs this or we aren't going be able to help her."

"We all know she needs this Pam, but would it kill you to ease her into it." Dawson really thinks that after knowing her for 6 years she can't take care of herself. All of them for that matter treat her like glass, but in reality she's tougher then all of them put together. I should know, she's the toughest bitch I have ever known and that's saying something. "How much did she have before she left?"

"Just some gin, 4 or 5 of the little bottles from the mini bar." I hear pounding on Tray's door.

"Tray! TRAY! Open the fucking door, Tray!" Well, at least she's at not at my door. That bitch can be scary!

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