Alright guys so this is the first chapter of the sequel! YAY! I hope you like! Sorry, it took so long to get up, but I hope that this will maybe make up for it? PLEASE REVIEW! Oh, and I need songs! Songs, songs, songs, songs, songs!

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-SarahBelle—

Chapter 1

(Fang's POV)

I can't go back to that day.

I can't change the things I've done.

I can't take back the things I've said.

What's done is done…unfortunately.

It really sucks that life doesn't have some magical time machine that can take me back to that day.

The day that I told the love of my life…that I didn't love her.

God! How could I have been such an idiot? I thought that I had made the right choice by staying. I thought that she would be better without all the drama and craziness that had been created along the way of my journey towards fame.

I was wrong.

Yes, this is one of the few times that I, Fang…well, just Fang (Could never choose a last name that felt like me) am admitting that I was wrong. I was wrong upon wrong! The wrongest wrong you could ever imagine! Wrong!

That word just repeats through my head, over and over, like a broken record player or something. It reminds me time after time that I was wrong and that I can't take it back.

Wrong.

Wrong.

Wrong.

Wrong!

It never shuts up. Trust me. I've tried all sorts of ways…

I sighed as I leaned forward on my elbows and clenched my hands tightly into my hair.

We were performing tonight in…well, I don't really know, and I was doing my nightly ritual of reminding myself how much of a pathetic idiot I really am.

"Fang, we're on in five." Matt said to me as he walked towards the stage. He leaned over slightly so he could see how big the crowd we had tonight was.

He gave a low whistle, "Maan, every time we come to California the crowd is bigger than ever."

Oh, we're in California. Thanks Matt.

Matt is the drummer in The Fallout. He's awesome on the drums, but…not as awesome as Iggy, who I haven't talked to in over a month. Yeah, some brother I am.

There are four guys in The Fallout, including Matt and myself. The other two are Aaron and Trent. Aaron plays guitar and Trent plays the bass.

They're good guys and all, and we all get along great, it's just…they're not…them. I missed Fall and Rise like you couldn't believe. Sure, the traveling, performing for humungous crowds, thousands of fans thing is amazing and more than anything you could ask for, but I miss everyone too much.

"Fang, cheer up." Matt slapped me on the shoulder as he sat down beside me, "You know that they would want you to be here. To do what you love."

I turned to look at Matt. His sandy blonde hair was straightened and was a crazy disaster. His brown eyes held sincerity and excitement.

I nodded and then looked down at the scuffed floor.

"Yeah."

She did want this for me…but she also wanted me to come back.

"Great show! Great show!" Larry said as we came off stage, sweaty and slightly out of breath.

It had been a great show, but we were exhausted. Doing three hour shows for almost every day was tiring.

Matt was rotating his sore shoulders, Aaron was chugging down a bottle of water, and Trent was trying not to drop the hundreds of bras that had been thrown on stage at us.

Larry clamped a hand down on my shoulder and laughed loudly, "You guys did great! Just great!"

"Thanks Lar." Matt said as he plopped down on a chair.

Larry kept talking about how great we were, and how the crowd was huge.

Same stuff after every show.

I walked away from his never ending chatter and followed the bright red "EXIT" sign. As soon as the fresh air hit my face I sucked in a deep breath and instantly felt better. I made my way through the back alley that was stocked with security guards until I made it to our RV. Girls screamed when they saw me emerge from the alley and raced forward to get to me. Rick, a security guard, forcibly pushed them away, along with three other big guys.

"I love you Fang!"

"You're so hot!"

"Marry me!"

"Fang!"

"Fang!"

"Fang!"

"Fang!"

"Fan-"

The last scream was cut short as I slammed the door close.

Ah, silence at last.

I snagged a Coke from the fridge before making me way to the back where a plush couch was waiting for me. I clicked on the plasma TV that was in the wall across from me and allowed my thoughts to settle in my mind.

About twenty minutes later Aaron, Matt, and Trent all piled into the RV with Larry right behind them.

"Fang! There you are!" Trent said as he sat next me. He stole the Coke out of my and took a quick swig before handing it back to me.

"Where'd you go? We thought the mob hade got you." Matt asked as he dug through the fridge for some leftover pizza.

"I just needed some air."

Matt's head came out of the fridge with a piece of pepperoni pizza sticking out of his mouth and the pizza box in his hand. He threw the box on the little kitchen table before swallowing and taking the pizza out of his mouth.

Aaron opened the box and tossed us all a piece of cold pizza.

We all nodded thanks to him before digging into our five-star dinner.

"Tomorrow we are performing in Tennessee." Larry said with his face buried into his IPhone as he checked our schedule and whatnot.

I quickly swallowed the piece of unchewed pizza, causing my throat to ache, "Tennessee?"

Larry glanced over at me, "Yes, Fang, Tennessee. Cornersville, Tennessee in fact. So you can see all your old band mates."

Aaron, Matt, and Trent all looked at me and all of them gave me the same wary face.

"If he wants to that is." Matt said, still looking at me.

I gave him an expression of thanks.

"Oh no. You are going to see them," Larry explained, "They're the opening band for the concert."

The glare on my face that was aimed towards Larry could have killed an army of thousands, "Why did you set this up?"

Larry sighed and stood up, finally looking away from his phone to look at me, "You have been moping about that girl and that band for the past six months, and I'm fed up with your wining. You are going to see them, let go of whatever emotion you have for them, and you are going to move on."

"Larry," Aaron frowned, "Man, come on, that's totally unnecessary."

Larry turned to glare at him, causing Aaron to take a few steps back, "What's unnecessary is that we can't perform a show or do a concert because it's too depressing for him." Larry pointed an accusing finger at me. I just stared at Larry with no expression on my face, "He needs to get over this…this stage! Or else he's out!" At the end of his little speech, Larry's face had turned into a tomato.

I threw my slice of pizza into the pizza box and stood up quickly, causing a few of the guys to jump.

"I wish I had quit seven months ago." I said between clenched teeth. My voice was like steel and Larry even flinched slightly, "But someone had begged me to stay, and somehow convinced me that my life would be better. But my life?" I shook my head and swallowed a lump that was rising in my throat, "It's not going to get any better any time soon."

Not until I'm with Max.

I slightly raised an eyebrow at him, letting what I said sink into his miniscule brain, before pushing past him and towards the door.

During my seventh step it took to get from the couch to where I was now, I remembered that the bus was surrounded by screaming fans and I quickly averted my destination from going to the door to my little bunk that was inserted into a wall, along with three others. Mine was right above Matt's, while Aaron and Trent's was in the wall across from ours.

I crawled into the little space before shutting the small door, blocking everyone else out. I had a little drawer inside a wall and I dug around in it before finding the picture that I fell asleep looking at every night.

It was of everyone in the band. Iggy, Asher, Nudge, Ella, and…Max.

Everyone who I had left behind.

So that was the first chapter! Like? Love? Hate? Dispise? Review?

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-SarahBelle-