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Chapter 1 - Veronica
Is there anything worse than your ex jamming up your phone with calls and texts?
Probably not.
At least, that’s how I felt on that sunny Sunday morning, when I woke up to a thousand and one texts and calls from Seth, my ex-boyfriend.
It didn’t seem like he understood the term ex-boyfriend.
I knew he’d been out drinking the night before. That was the only time I ever got messages from him. Thank goodness I slept with my phone on silent, or else I wouldn’t be getting any sleep on the weekends.
My phone rang and I rolled over, throwing my pillow over my head and groaning. I let it go to voicemail and then sighed, finally glancing at it.
It wasn’t Seth, it was Morgan. My friend—well, my boss now. Morgan had managed to get me and Lacie, our other best friend, onto her new Personal Relations team. How she was able to manage that, I’m not sure. But as of tonight, she’d be managing the image for the biggest rock stars in the country: The Mondays. Lacie was going to be the band’s hair and makeup artist, I’d be the band’s official photographer.
The only problem was that they were the biggest rock stars in the country for all the wrong reasons. For the past six months or so, they’d been on a huge downward spiral of self-destruction.
If anyone could set them straight, though, it would be Morgan. She was a superstar at what she did, which is probably why she got this assignment in the first place. Her boss wanted to sabotage her career and watch her fail.
But I had faith in her.
A grin spread over my lips as I thought about it. It might be a career-ending assignment, but damn, I would get some awesome photos.
I picked up my phone and dialed Morgan.
“Vee,” she said. “Did I wake you up?”
“No,” I lied, clearing the sleep away from my throat. “I’ve just been avoiding answering my phone this weekend.”
“Seth annoying you again?”
“Mm,” I answered as I swung my legs off the edge of the bed. “What’s up?”
“I just wanted to make sure you were ready for tonight. We’re meeting the band at their rehearsal space.”
“I can’t believe we have to go to downtown Los Angeles to meet these guys. I thought big-shot bands rehearsed in their mansions in the hills?”
“They’ve been rehearsing there for years, apparently.”
“What time are we meeting?”
“Seven PM.”
“Alright, send me the address again. I’ll bring Lacie as well.”
“Thanks, Veronica.”
She hung up the phone and I sighed. She sounded Stressed with a capital ’S’. I’d known Morgan a long time, and she’d always been focused on her career. But this time, it seemed different. She seemed worried about more than just doing a good job. She really did seem worried that if she didn’t do well, she’d lose her job.
And with three big, burly wildlings like The Mondays, who could blame her? They’d been on a drug- and alcohol-fueled rampage for months now.
I texted Lacie.
Brunch? Pick you up in 30 mins.
She buzzed back right away with a simple thumbs up. I jumped in the shower and got ready, washing my long mop of brown hair and shaving my legs.
Hey, you never know.
