Prologue
September 2012
He's asking for just one more chance, Kel.
I stare at my phone, in disbelief that he's letting his best friend do his bidding for him. I toss it on to bed, already sick and tired of the crap I've had to put up with over the last few months.
Working with the biggest rock band in the world has been an absolute dream for me. They swooped me in at a time when my career was going down south faster than a speeding bullet. I didn't even know I was on their radar and that they were having issues with their publicist at the time.
I even managed to resurrect my personal life by falling in love with their lead singer, Chester. I knew coming into the relationship that he'd have major baggage, but my heart felt big enough that I'd be able to carry us both. For a time, I thought I did. He dedicated himself to being clean and sober after we started becoming official a year later. I felt on top of the world, even managing to snag a few more bands in the process until it all started crumbling down four years later.
Which brings us to the text message I just ignored.
The phone started to vibrate and an internal debate commenced in me whether to take the call or not. I have had enough. I tried my best to make things work but he totally shut me down.
Reluctantly, I pick up my cell and swipe right to take the call. I'd have to think about switching numbers.
"Mike," I began exasperatedly, "I've said all I ha—"
"Kelly, it's me."
My stomach plummeted to my feet upon realizing who it was.
Little did I know it would literally be the last time I'd be hearing his voice.