How the Mighty Fall
You need something to fill the spaces. A Charlie drabble.
PG-13 for language and drug references
It's a rush, hearing your first song on the radio. Idling in your limousine while the cute bird in the car beside you lip-synchs to your words as she waits for the light...You feel like an emperor, a fucking god.
But nothing lasts forever; you don't see girls like that anymore. You hear other songs on the radio, and yours on the lift. You let the chauffeur go, you stop thinking about a new tour or a new album. And there's a hole, a gaping chasm that cries out to be filled.
It's a rush, doing your first line.