A/N: So I was watching this movie called Rock My World last night and it gave me an idea for a fan fiction. It is about music like almost all my other fan fictions because I love music a lot. This will be my side project until I finish my other True Blood story, Summer Nights. I'll post randomly.

If anyone wants to be my beta please feel free to contact me.

So I have no idea what I am doing with this but I plan to have fun with it. The bolded text are news articles, Eric's POV are flashbacks and Sookie is present day.

I hope you all enjoy!

[Posted to TMZ .com]

Tuesday, January 6, 2015 - 10:42 am - The rumours which have been swirling for months are true, Bill Compton and Sookie Stackhouse, members of rock group Perihelion have split. A representative of the band confirmed the split early this morning nearly three and a half months after Sookie was spotted without her engagement ring.

The couple began dating shortly after Perihelion hit it big ten years ago and had been engaged for the past four years.

There have been reports that Bill has been getting cozy with pop starlet Willa Burrell but hasn't been seen in public for almost two months, while Sookie hasn't been spotted since the outing which caused the rumours. Their band mates Eric Northman, Tara Thornton and Alcide Herveaux have also been incognito and have refused to comment on the matter.

While the end of their relationship may excite Bill Compton fan girls all over the world this split could mean the end of Perihelion. No statement has been released regarding the future of one of the worlds biggest bands but we can only hope Bill and Sookie can keep it together for the music.

I exhaled deeply and threw my phone across the room as I finished reading the hundredth article published that morning. All of them were almost exactly the same; 'Bookie is DONE!' 'Bookie have SPLIT!' 'Is Willa Burrell to Blame for the End of Bookie?' 'Women of the World Rejoice - Bill Compton is Finally Single!'.

That was our stupid celebrity couple name, Bookie. I disliked it before and I fucking hated now. The bands publicist told me the rumours that were floating around were more damaging than the truth and it was best to finally admit that Bill and I had separated. The problem was that wasn't even the truth. Bill and I hadn't separated, he left, he tore himself away from our relationship, away from our band and just disappeared. If it was easier for people to call it a separation then let them call it that but it didn't change the fact it was a lie.

I could hear the paparazzi outside, those vultures benefiting off of my misery. I could hear their feet shuffling, their phones ringing and beeping, the occasional laugh, the sound of their equipment calibrating. I could smell their cigarettes, their cheap cologne, their fast food lunches. Even though I was ten stories up I could hear and smell it all.

The door flew open and the smell of coffee took the place of the men down below. "Up! Up, up, up!" Nora cried in her perky British accent. She placed the coffee on a table and threw open the blinds. "We can't wallow in self misery forever, Sookie." Her high heels clicked against the dark hard wood floor before I felt her weight on my king sized bed.

I threw the grey, 1020 thread count sheets over my head and turned away from her, groaning. "Actually, I can do whatever I want." I croaked, realizing I hadn't spoken in a few days. All the alcohol was doing a number on my voice, I'd have to cut it out of my diet if I wanted to continue to sing.

"Actually you can't, Russell is here to see you." She sounded sympathetic and I knew she cared about me but like nearly everyone in my life all she cared about was the continuation of Perihelion. She knew if I didn't eventually get up and start playing guitar again then she didn't have a job.

"Get rid of him." I spat but it was too late.

"Sookie!" He shouted, angering the perpetual hangover I had had for the past three months. I felt his weight on the bed shortly after.

My body tensed as I turned and sat up, looking at both him and Nora. Russell was losing more of his dull, brown hair and was nearly bald. His pores looked huge, his lips were chapped and he looked more tired than usual. He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, hoping a casual approach would make everything feel less like work.

Nora looked like Nora, her narrow, angular eyes were emphasized with smokey makeup and winged eyeliner, blush highlighted her olive skin, her lips were stained blood red and her long black hair was curled, flowing over her shoulders. She was in her staple black skinny jeans, black chiffon blouse with a large black cardigan over top, black high heeled boots, an over sized sun hat and a single long gold chain around her neck. She was looking at her phone.

"How are you?" He questioned.

"How do I look Russell?" I asked him.

"You look like shit, Sookie." He said with no amusement on his face.

"Yeah? Well when your significant other of ten years leaves you then I can't wait to see how you look." I ran my hands through my long platinum blonde hair trying to get it under control.

"My wife did leave me. We were married for fifteen years and she left me for my best friend. You and I have more in common than you think." He comfortingly rubbed my leg through the sheets and smiled.

I rolled my eyes. "What do you want Russell?" I moved away from his touch and crawled out of bed towards where Nora had left the coffee.

"The label is concerned, Sookie." He said standing, walking towards my dresser and throwing a pair of plaid pyjama pants and a black tank top my way to cover my gangly, nearly naked frame. My tan was starting to fade from being inside for so long, making my tattoos stand out against my pale complexion.

"Isn't the label always concerned?" I asked as I slowly maneuvered my way into the clothes and took the coffee into my hands, holding it like it was a life saving elixir. I pointed at Nora and snapped, "Cigarettes."

Nora fished a pack out of her black fringed purse and tossed them towards me. I sat down on the floor and lit one, letting the sweet nicotine calm my body. Up until three months ago I hadn't had a cigarette in six years.

"Sookie you are a part of one of the biggest bands in the world. You don't really think that just because Bill left your contract is void, do you? Perihelion owes Sonnet two more albums."

"And without Bill there is no Perihelion, how can something that doesn't exist owe you anything?"

"Perihelion still exists without Bill Compton." He stood up and walked towards me with his hands out like he was approaching a wild animal. "You and Eric can sing, Eric plays piano, we get a session musician to act as filler and it'll be like Bill never left."

I cocked an eyebrow. "Like he never left?" I stared at him, my breath becoming shallow and rage rising within me. "Get out." I spat.

"Sookie." He pleaded with me.

"Get the fuck out!" I shrieked.

"Sookie!" Russell shouted back and pinched the bridge of his nose. He calmed quickly. "Eric, Alcide and Tara have all agreed to go on a retreat that Sonnet will put together to see if the band will work without Bill. We just want to see if you can still perform the songs, still play together, play with the new member and write songs. All I'm asking is that you come to the office tomorrow morning at ten to discuss it."

I didn't want to discuss it, there was no Perihelion without Bill, at least not in my opinion. He had been there since the beginning, him, Eric and Alcide, the three founders. I had no doubt we could put out another album, Bill was our front man but Eric had what it took to take his place, he could step into that role effortlessly but that wasn't the point. The point was we were a band, the five of us and if one left then we were done.

"Sook, you are not the only person Bill's absence is effecting. Your band wants to make this work, you were all dealt a shitty hand here." Russell was now crouching in front of me. His face looked leathery, he had been spending too much time in Cabo.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes with the heel of my hands. "Fine."

"Great." Russell said smiling a sleazy smile and sprung up, heading for the door. "I'll see you tomorrow and try and take a shower will you."

"Get the fuck out Russell!" Nora shouted as she looked at her phone.

"Alright, alright." He put his hands up defensively and left the room.

Nora and I sat in silence until we heard the front door close and I looked up at her. "Has anyone heard anything?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Nope, not a word. Everyone's worried about you though and they miss you." She paused and took off her hat, shaking out her hair. "I know it's not my place but you should turn to them, it hasn't be easy for them either."

I nodded and dropped my cigarette into my almost finished coffee. "I know, I miss them too, I just..." I trailed off rubbing my eyes again, trying not to cry.

"He was your whole life Sook, I get it, I just think you're never gonna get over it until you start trying to get over it." We were silent while I lit another cigarette. "Has he contacted you?" She asked curiously.

I shook my head. "No, he knows better not too. He won't come to me first, not alone anyway."

"How do you know?" Nora asked.

"Cause he knows me and he knows the next time I see him I'm gonna fucking kill him." I blew out the rest of the smoke my words didn't disperse. I looked at the cigarette in my hand and decided this was also the last one, it probably wasn't helping my voice either.

Nora stared at me with a worried look, I was at the point in my break up where she didn't know if I was kidding or not.

I stood. "I'm gonna go shower, try to make myself presentable for tomorrow."

"Do you want me to call anyone in?" Nora asked.

"Yeah, Claude and Nan." Claude was my hairdresser and Nan was my masseuse. "Tell Claude to bring dye, something dark. I need a change."

She nodded.

"Thank you Nora." I walked up to her and threw an arm around her shoulders, hugging her.

"You're very welcome but you've gotta get off me, you smell like a sewer." We both laughed and I stepped away from her. "I know it doesn't seem like it," she continued, "but everything will be alright. You'll find a new normal."

"Yeah." I put the cigarette back in my mouth and let it dangle between my lips as I nodded at her comment. I knew she was right. Of course she was but my heart and head and body didn't want to listen. I was in agony and time was my only cure. The past thirteen years flew by but now time crawled.

Nan arrived first and I was on her table for over an hour. Claude arrived during that time and began mixing the colour. After Nan had left I sat down in his chair. "What do you want me to do?" He asked.

"Dark, really short, edgy." I said as he turned me away from the mirror. In the end my hair was a deep chocolate brown, shaved on the sides and back but long enough on top to style in a offbeat way or brushed over to the sides for a sweet and elegant look. I no longer looked like my old self and I loved it.

Nora was right, to get over Bill, over everything that had happened, I would have to start making small steps forward. This was the new me for this new chapter in my life.

My new normal.

That was my start. What did you all think?

Just so everyone knows this is a E/S pairing, it's just gonna take some time to get there.

I have posted links to pictures of how I picture everyone in this. For the most part they just look like the actors that play them, more sleek and edgy and not so country.

Songs will be used in this story and like all my other stories I will be using other artists songs and crediting them at the bottom. I will also leave links to the songs on my profile as well.

Please review if you can. It's always loved and appreciated.