Page 31 of A Tragic Melody

The idea of letting this all end sounds appealing when he is on top of me, but the reality is there is nothing else out there for me. If I lose my chance to sing, I have nothing to fall back on. It’s all over for me if I get dropped from his label. So I just lay there and let him use me.

My whole body aches when I crawl into my bunk on the bus. He took his anger out for a full three hours after the show. I’m lucky he let me have a warm shower when he was done, but of course he watched the whole time.

I had no idea Wyatt was worth that much to the label. How was I supposed to know? They let him stay with that shit band of his, despite having countless other bands that could’ve benefitted from him. I figured that meant he didn’t mean anything to them.

I also didn’t know Wyatt would tell him it was me who sold his secret. I’m sure he had no idea how bad it would be for me, but still. What a fucking chicken shit to sell me out. Though I did fire first.

I’m far too tired to plot my revenge right now, but I know whatever I do next has to be good. I have to be careful, though. Can’t have any more drama being tied to me, not after this.

The next show is in Chicago. I’m still a bit sore, but it doesn’t matter right now. Derrick isn’t talking to me anymore, anyways. Plus, I’d rather not risk Hendricks finding out I’m still messing around with him.

I guess Derrick finally got tired of my hot-and-cold approach. It’s for the best, but it does leave me incredibly bored.

Drugs can only numb the pain so much. I need entertainment to go along with them. I prefer it to be in the form of a hot guy, but the pickings are slim this tour.

No one in Honey Hive will touch me now. They are too scared of invoking Derrick’s wrath. He may have moved on, but he doesn’t want any of his friends to fuck me. That would make him look bad.

I turn my sights on Wyatt’s band, Black Cat.

None of the other members of his band compare to him. Looks aren’t everything, sure, but they don’t measure up in any other department. They suck at music. Their personalities are boring. It’s like talking to a brick wall.

I have no idea why Wyatt picked them over me. Hell, over any band. There is no way there weren’t better offers. It’s not like he seems that close to any of them, either. They all barely talk to him. They stick together while he looks, acts, and seems like an outcast.

Which makes sense because he is far better than they deserve. His talent, looks, and attitude far outmatch them.

Still, I find myself nodding along as Simon, the drummer, goes on and on about his drumming technique. He has no idea, but I probably know more about drums than he does. I just smile and pretend to follow along as he drones on and on.

“Sorry,” he says. “You probably couldn’t care less about my drumming.” He smiles. He is the cutest out of the band aside from Wyatt. Brown, curly hair, simple brown eyes that lack the golden hue of Wyatt’s. A few freckles line his cheeks, adding just a flash of depth to an otherwise boring complexion.

“No, I love drums.” I smile big. “I find drummers extremely hot.” I lean in closer. “Don’t tell anyone, but I think they are like the bed of the band. Perfect for fucking on.”

“Oh, wow,” he says, flustered. “Uh, yeah, I guess we are kind of hot, but nothing compared to you.”

“Aw, you’re sweet.” I push on his arm lightly.

“Do you play any instruments?”

“Not really, but I know a lot about them.”

“Yeah right. I heard you are a genius in the recording studio. Probably why Wyatt didn’t want to join you. Too scared you wouldn’t listen to any of his input. The guy is a control freak when it comes to music.”

I’m sure he is. We would’ve butted heads, but I know the music we made would’ve been amazing. Instead, he stuck around with this guy who doesn’t understand the gift Wyatt has.

“That’s not true.” I laugh. “He was just intimidated by me.” I grin.

“I’m sure most people are.”

“Are you?”

“Yes.” He laughs. “Very.”

“Do you want to fuck me?”

“I mean…”

“Oh, that’s silly. You could probably find way hotter girls to fuck than me. And I’m just over here, holding you hostage. How rude of me.” I’m laying it on thick, but he is super easy to toy with. It’s kind of fun.

“No. I mean, yes. I would like to fuck you.”