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CHAPTER 1

Jolie stared down at the guitar laying in its case.

She couldn’t. She just couldn’t.

The noise from the fans out in the stadium was deafening. The band currently performing was nearly finished with their set. Then there was a break before The Raging Misfits went on.

But she couldn’t go out there.

She couldn’t even pick up the guitar.

A wave of nausea hit her hard.

Just tell Mikey you’re ill. The guys can handle this set without you.

Right. They might be able to go on without her on guitar. But not without their lead vocalist.

You’re being an idiot.

How many concerts have you played? Thousands.

She’d managed to get through their rehearsal this morning. Just. But now… how was she meant to pick up her guitar and freaking sing when she could barely breathe? She was trembling, sweaty, and nauseous.

This couldn’t be happening.

Closing her eyes, she breathed in deep.

Pick up the guitar.

But she couldn’t… she couldn’t do it.

The other members of The Raging Misfits would understand if she told them. They’d been together for years. The guys were like family to her.

This tour was their big break, though. For years, they’d played in bars and clubs. Until one day an agent saw them play and signed them on.

And now they were on an eighteen-month tour with Velvet Rock. They’d been playing for almost five months straight.

And with every concert, every new town, she felt that knot in her chest tighten.

You’re going to disappoint everyone.

Get out there. Stop being a fuck-up.

This was the last concert before they had a break so everyone could go home to spend Fourth of July with their families.

Not that she had a family to go home to.

Shit. The more time she spent staring at her guitar, the worse she felt.

She couldn’t.

Taking a step back, she nearly tripped.

Another step.

One more and her breath started to ease.

She wasn’t going on. No way. She… she had to get away. Go somewhere quiet.

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