A/N: *Peeks from behind hands* Still with me? Read on!

And, Bee? Happy Birthday. ;)

Chapter-7: Wake Up Call

On my tour, I drink like I'm always thirsty and play until I can't play anymore.

The crowd loves it.

I'm the ultimate musician.

I bask in the glory of the fame.

Jasper, the new guitarist, tries to take the bottle of bourbon out of my hands sometimes, but I always tell him to go fuck himself.

It's my life.

This is how famous people live it.

In my drunken stupor at an after party, I feel some random blonde chick fall on my lap. When she reaches for my lips, I stand up, quickly dumping her on the floor. "I'm taken," I tell her before leaving the scene.

I all about forget about the incident until Emmett, the drummer, rushes into my hotel room to tell me about an internet article. I pull up the page and see photos of me with the random blonde straddling my lap pasted all over it.

Just as I'm trying to think of ways to fix this, I get a call from Bella.

"You said I was enough. Clearly, I wasn't," she says before hanging up.

Letting out a frustrated growl, I throw my phone to the wall ... shattering it into million tiny pieces.

A/N: So ...? Thoughts? Share them with me, please?

Thanks for reading.

See you in an hour.

Take care.

Ann