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~Trey’s Point of View~ I looked at my phone to check the time, prime dinner time already. I was freakin’ starving. Halsey: I’m so excited! Do you think we might have been a good team? I sighed as my driver waited for his next direction. “We going home now,” Jude asked. “I’ll go to Bailey’s, she’s gotta wonder where I disappeared to but I can drop you first,” I said, kind of regretting how I handled things today. But she’d understand soon enough. I typed out a response to my soon to be ex-wife. Me: Just wasn’t our time. I’ll keep you on my Christmas card list though. I sighed again and rubbed my face. That sounded like a dick response if I’d ever heard one, but I didn’t know what else to say. I’d talked to Halsey today more than Bailey and my heart and gut didn’t like that one bit. It didn’t matter that after tomorrow I’d likely never see my first wife again. I wasn’t sure she was getting the impression of that after today. I didn’t dislike her at all, certainly. But there was
~Bailey’s Point of View~ Paparazzi. Photogs. Paps. PPZ. Whatever. Assholes. “But they’re just doing their job.” What a fucked up kind of job. I mean, I was very small when all that shit happened to Britney Spears but I have You Tube. I’ve seen the videos. They completely fucked up her life and drove her to the brink. I was sitting in a blacked out SUV in front of Trey and Jude’s building, waiting for Jude and Juliet. I wasn’t sure why they were coming with us but I overheard Trey on the phone talking about a united front. If the paps were saying he was hiding behind the band, they’d put the whole band front and center. They did everything together, why should this be any different? Had to wonder if that was Angie’s idea. If I should be taking notes already. It seemed like her brainchild anyhow, and I barely knew her. Suddenly Trey, Jude, Juliet and Slade all fell into the truck. It had third row seating so the couple sat in the back. Slade was in the front seat. I noticed they
~Two Months Later~ ~Corey’s Point of View~ “Does he really need to be off so damn long? Just bring the kid along. We’ll have a mascot,” I said, annoyed. I mean don’t babies just sleep all the time anyhow? We weren’t Feisty without all of Feisty. Yeah Lukas toured solo for a bit, but he quickly learned it sucked. We had all agreed, out of the gate when we started this shit nobody in our band would ever be replaced. If one went, we ended it. Granted this was different, temporary … but still. Jude is the face of Feisty. Playing even one show without him seemed pointless. Besides, who the fuck could play and sing like Jude Stone? Nobody. Fucking, nobody. Mick Jagger, Steven Tyler. They had extremely recognizable voices, you heard one lyric and you knew what you were getting. We were no different. “You sure as hell wouldn’t be saying that if the actual kid was on the tour bus. He’s a baby not a dog. You’ve never even been around a baby,” Slade said, scoffing. Like he knew about ba
Book three of the Feisty series, "How To Sing" is out! Follow along as we now explore the life of Corey Pierce, bass player of the band. ~Jude is about to go out for a couple months, or maybe longer to be a dad. Who could possibly fill his stylish shoes, match his voice and his talents? The universe throws Corey quite a curveball in the form of a woman who has suffered the worst luck imaginable, and is desperate need of a break. But do they have more of a connection than just music? Can the wild man of the band possibly be tamed?~ **Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy!!**
**This is book 2 of 5 in the Feisty series, this can be read as a stand alone book but you will better follow if you have read book one.**~Trey’s Point of View~“Yeah so … Ma look I gotta tell you something, you might read it in the papers and I don’t want you to have a bitch fit. Oh and uhm, you might wanna have a sit first,” I said, somewhat shouting down to the phone on my bathroom counter.I carefully shaved, wanting to look my best today. There was no reason for it, I really didn’t need to or have to impress anyone. But I’d look good for this big day. Certainly people took my picture wherever I went but today could very well be different. I really didn’t know what to expect. I knew what I wanted to happen, but that hardly ever works out.They say you only have one chance to make a first impression. Well today was going to be my last impression … with my wife. “Oh no, what have you done now Mister Rock and Roller? Do I really need to sit? Are you on the drugs,” mom said, quite s
~Bailey’s Point of View~“Girl, you got those files from the vault or what,” Attorney Rogers snapped.Girl?Fucking asshole.No one gave a damn that the name “Kline” on the building outside was also my name because I wasn’t actually the senior partner’s daughter. I was his niece which is apparently akin to gum on the bottom of your shoe. These douches spoke like this right in front of my uncle too, and he didn’t care.“Yes sir, they are already on your desk as requested,” I said, looking up to match his gaze.He made a face and turned to stomp back to his office. While my mom may be a Kline, she never married, so basically having a bastard daughter did not sit well with society. My dad left us before I was born, I don’t even have a picture of him. My mom claimed he wasn’t ready for a baby, and she told him if he wasn’t all in to fuck off. So he did.I was supposed to be grateful that uncle Greg got me this job, that he was also helping pay most of my tuition. I even had to stack my cl
~Trey’s Point of View~“What’s the fucking point in trying to keep me married to her? We don’t love each other, and she’s with someone else … and everyone knows it! Who gives a damn if he’s a cleaning guy, she loves him. I’m not staying married to her just cause daddy objects. She’s an adult and this is what she wants to do … divorce,” I said, scoffing and reaching for a drink.We were back at Slade’s house, which was basically our band’s home too. We’d all lived here at one point or another since he had a mansion all to himself. I grew up in an upper middle class family and we did more than alright. However Slade’s family was filthy rich, trust fund shit. But you’d never know it from hanging out with him and that was one thing I always appreciated. He was generous with his money but he didn’t flaunt it, there’s a big difference.“He’s a politician, he only thinks about himself. I can’t believe his own people leaked the story. What a fuckwad. I can’t believe I voted for him, but I’ll
~Bailey’s Point of View~ I cursed under my breath as I ran across campus, seriously late. Because I had to put all my classes in the same two days they were pretty much on top of each other. I literally had ten minutes to haul ass from one side of the property to the other. And now … the office was calling me. But of course they were. They don’t give one fuck that it is my day off. They probably need help finding some obscure thing that they are absolutely convinced only I can locate. I once had an attorney tell me he wrote an extremely important note in a newspaper and demanded that I find it. He didn’t remember what newspaper or where he’d left it, where he’d been when he wrote it. That was the horseshit I tried to dig out from every other day. “This is Bailey,” I said, answering it at the last possible second. “Hey uhm there’s a guy here asking for you, I just kind of told him to hold on and came into the break room. Says his name is Trey,” Nadine said. She was an older lady w