It's 2008

You're the secondary vocalist of the band along with Bill, the band which is in the prime of its existence at the 3rd year it has spent in the musical industry, 5 teenagers just shooed at the next gig like overworked hectics that live off of cigarettes and "rock star life style". You see your groupies more than your own family, sign your autographs more than even feeling a little bit like the person whose name you absent-mindedly sign on some crazy fan's chest. The money just flows in though, your label and sponsors are high off their asses as they feed their wallets with your band

Eyebags and weed have become your new accessories, covering them up with concealar and denying claims of being high at fan parties, the forum's and adults dedicated to hating you 5 for the same reason only increasing as your popularity spreads easily world wide

Your eyes stare boredly out of the tour bus's view as the rain patted against the window, distant waves of thunders clapping into the view of cities as they run by. The other boys are snoring in their own bunks. Your performance in...what American city?......LA, the crowd was intense, you had some time to spare to walk around the city a little before going back on the tour bus and already get on your way to the next, exhausting city; Miami. Planes, buses and private cars