CHAPTER 1 - Bad Vocals

"No Alexa! You know you can't, that basically means ruining another four people their careers! Not just yours, and as you love us too I just can't believe you have betrayed us like this..." Jack went on and on while I concentrated on my temper.

Closing my eyes so I wouldn't roll them instead as I knew that would only piss Jack more, him being my manager he was allowed to make me feel like shit. But as I already felt like I was at the beginning of a one week hangover, I didn't really need his help.

" I know that Jackee," I said harshly. " It's not my fault my fucking mother died and in her will I have to go and live in La Push with my long lost cousin Emily." We both wrinkled our noses at the name La Push as if it was a new drug and snickered at Emily. Too old fashioned for the members of a successful rock band. .

Jack's gaze softened, "I know all I am saying it will be like starting all over again." He ran his hand through he short, gel spiked, dirty blond hair.

" Hey, look at the bright side, at least you can hire a blond front woman now!" I said with my usual grin.

"Always the optimist" Jack said while rolling his eyes.

We stood awkwardly for a moment, not knowing if we should hug or just say goodbye. Groaning I kissed his cheek, although I loved his shocked stare.

" Can I go now 'cause when they come I don't want to be here to get hits and hugs?" I winked.

" And tears?" He asked.

" They're guys!" I said laughing.

" But Joey's gay and he loved having a girl to talk to about make-up, and it'll hurt them if you don't wait to say goodbye."

" It's easier this way, trust me."

" I'll miss you," he said softly, this time making me lost for words. " And you know how gorgeous you truly are, that's why I agreed having you in the band, not for your vocals" he winked, he had this cheesy side which everyone made fun of.

I smirked " Which are not that bad!" Grabbing my bag I shouted " I gotta go" not daring to look back afraid that I will never leave the studio room.

Running across the road to my shinny black motorbike which was the best model in Europe I stopped a few meters from the intimidating machine. It always reminded me of home. Although for the past three years I toured the world, I am a from hell to heaven European. I have Italian, English, French, Hungarian, and some Romanian blood in me. I never truly lived in a place more than several months, just moved around the continent with my mum. I loved it's old buildings and great food, especially the cars. I was a great fan of that.

I had no idea that my only other family beside my mother was my cousin. I only agreed to go there because I felt remorseful as I left my mum to die alone in Italy, she had her friends but it wasn't the same. I knew she liked to drink and drugs were a huge temptation. I was also curious about La Push, my overcuriousity always was a source of amuzement to my friends.

I examined my full, curvy body in the reflection of a window nearby which had just been voted "Sexiest Bod" by People mag. My shinny brown hair looked a strange shade of red in the direct sunlight. My pretty face was tanned due to the strong sun of the summer. I was only seventeen, but experienced enough stuff to be forty.

" I'll just go now, like a shitting road trip" I decided, jumping on my spoiled bike. I didn't need to go to my apartment to get my stuff as I had a platinum card curtsy to Jack. I'll get what I need there. Going straight on full speed, which is a lot I started singing in my head not even thinking what I was about to get

The problem was that I was heartbroken, I was convinced that Matt was the love of my life. It has been six months now, and I have learned to live with the pain. The pain that started the second after Matt sent me a voice-mail and never ended. The horrible mail that called me an uneducated, dumb girl. In that mail, he admitted of using me, saying that he felt sorry for me but it was fun. He said I was a pain the ass. He left the last message especially to hurt me, because he knew how much I hated people who didn't like me for no reason.

Even though that love was fake, I was sure I wouldn't experience anything better.