Another show... Madison Square Garden was packed, fans of the rock star screamed, lights flashed and there stood the rock god in leather skin-tight pants, bare tattoo covered chest, short curls gelled in spikes his piercing visible on the larger Jumbo-Tron in time square for the people waiting for the rock star to perform...

Millions of people waited patiently tuned into their Televisions ate home too for the singer to sing in his hard soul melting voice...the wait ended.

I used to be the kind of guy

Who'd never let you look inside

I'd smile when I was crying

I had nothing but a life to loose

Thought I had a lot to prove In my life there's no denying

(the Rock Star strutted his way across the stage hearing his fans scream his name as he had the mike stand in his hands)

Goodbye to all my yesterdays

Goodbye, so long, I'm on my way

(he reaches in the crowd pulls up one of his hands who stumbles, but doesn't wait long enough so she could get her hands all over the singer's body)

I've had enough of cryin'
Bleedin', sweatin', dyin'
Hear me when I say Gonna live my life everyday

I'm gonna touch the sky

And I spread these wings and fly

I ain't here to play I'm gonna live my life everyday

(the. girl fainted when the singer had kissed her hard before letting her drop and be taken away...)

Change, everybody's feeling strange

Never gonna be the same

Makes you wonder how the world keeps turning Life,

learning how to live my life Learning how to pick my fights

Take my shots while I'm still burning

Goodbye to all those rainy nights Goodbye, so long, I'm moving on

I've had enough of cryin'
Bleedin', sweatin', dyin'
Hear me when I say Gonna live my life everyday

I'm gonna touch the sky

And I spread these wings and fly

I ain't here to play I'm gonna live my life everyday

Hit the gas, take the wheel I've just made myself a deal

There ain't nothing gonna get in my way Everyday

(he reached in the crowd pulling up a guy as he did, everyone knee the Rock God didn't care about who he had sex with... it was all about the pleasure, and right there on stage he let the fan suck on his neck before letting him be taken away by security, before the end of the song.)

Goodbye, so long, I'm moving on

I've had enough of cryin'
Bleedin', sweatin', dyin'
Hear me when I say Gonna live my life everyday

I'm gonna touch the sky And I spread these wings and fly

I ain't here to play I'm gonna live my life everyday

I, oh I, oh I, I'm gonna live my life everyday I (gonna touch the sky),

oh I (spread these wings and fly),

oh I I'm gonna live my life everyday

His chest heaved and he put up his hands showing the devil-horns. seeing his devoted fans do the same, he was invincible, he was a God loved, craved , he was apart of the fantasy of every person who died to see him live.

To put it in simple words he was on the TOP

Wes was standing in front of the two double doors and motioned the body guards to open it as they did, he took a step inside the jungle...
Yes! Literally it was a Jungle, the room was decorated like the Amazon. The manager walked inside to look at a few guys passed out in the bar area and the steam coming from the un-used Jacuzzi and there in the center of the jungle was a BIG round bed which had a moat made around it, as if it was a castle.

Wes shook his head, over to the bed and said "Rise and Shine... you have a show!"

But no response.

"Blaine! WAKE UP!" Wes said and stomped his foot down, he heard a groan and rolled his eyes at the singer. There underneath Lying underneath the pile of drunken, drugged groupies was none other than the sex god himself, Blaine Anderson.

The sex craved men and women slid off of the rock star's body as he made his way to stand up on the bed, pulling his leather bone crushing pants up and running his hands through his rough un-gelled spiked hairs that fell over his eyes as he did so. Wes had seen him in worse situation, Blaine reached down and grabbed the bottle of scotch that was nearly empty, he took a sip and mumbled at his manager

"What do you want now?"

Wes gritted his teeth, some how the drunken star always found ways to annoy him, "you have a gig, at Bourbon, and you have an interview with Rolling Stones Magazineor you forgot like you mostly do?"

Blaine chuckled as he dropped the bottle of scotch, watching one of the hung over man on his bed crawl his way up to the singer, grabbing his legs as he started sucking and licking st the sides of Blaine's hips, Blaine moaned and ran his hands through the groupie's hair and pulling at them harshly as he said "what are you shitting about? I am in a gig now"

You've got to be kidding me? Wes thought and groaned, patiently saying with a strained voice "Blaine! What are you saying now?" asked the manager.

Blaine chuckled darkly before stepping around the people on his bed towards the edge as he held his arms out in a way he was presenting himself and said in a slurred voice "don't you see I'm on stage now!" He declared and took another wobbly step the liner in his eyes smudged and though Wes should have been concerned when this happened but it was funny and somewhat annoying altogether.

Blaine didn't notice but he forgot he was on the edge and he fell into the moat splashing water everywhere as he was drunk to care.

Wes sighed frustrated and pointed at one of the men in the bar ordering them to fish Blaine out and get him in the Limo.

He left the room and called at the club to assure Blaine was on his way along-with the band. Wes didn't knew when Blaine had made his life a living hell, he had started drinking, and fucking.

Everyone knew him as the Rock god who gets what he wants when he wants, the rich, famous, singer who people throw himself at him just for a touch itself, his life mainly revolved around Sex, drinking and sex… music used to mean something to him. But it got clouded with the fact that even Wes didn't knew what made Blaine turnout that way.

All he could hope was his friend not to get himself killed by his alcohol addiction or by drug use… Wes hoped to someday see the Blaine he knew again, it was a dumb wish though and a very impossible one.

If only Wes knew that the so-called Sex God was in for the ride of his life, and for once in Blaine's life… the singer would finally find the meaning and the thing he was looking for… even though he doesn't want on bit of it and never will.

A/N: penny for thoughts? the song isEveryday-By Bon Jovi

By the way i need a name for Blaine's Band so please if anyone has any name do tell me!

So what you think…. Let me know… hope you enjoyed theBeginning! :)