Novel & Cerita 5sos Preferences You Get Hurt While He's On Tour

He was off on a film set with Renee. She'd called him, desperate, telling him she felt awful. His response? The same as always. "Wait for me. I'll be back soon." He didn't come back until the fever had already broken. It was always like that. Broken promises, over and over, until all the letdowns blurred together. After one brutal fight, he swore he'd change. Promised he wouldn't leave her for Renee again. She'd given him five chances. This was the fifth.

"The way they scream for a man who can barely play a scale. It’s the legend they love, Anya. Not the man. Remember that when you’re looking for a way out." I didn't blink. "I remember everything, Ethan." The afternoon was a blur of soundchecks and security briefings. New Orleans was the midway point of the tour, and the pressure was mounting. The "thud" melody from the previous night had gone viral, and the narrative was shifting. The public thought they were seeing a raw, avant-garde rebirth. Ethan was leaning into it, rebranding the injury as "dark inspiration."

I was the only one who knew it was to take a musician to rehab and stay by their side until they got over the initial hump. How did I know? I saw the books. Our studio paid for most of it and I was fine with that. I'd be a hypocrite not to be, as Big Mike was the person that picked me up from the gutter and had been my sponsor ever since. Glasses on the end of his nose, one hand rubbing his greying beard, Mike spoke up. "Black Soul Records is paying for last week's cleaning. All of it. Aroldis Gomez thought it would be a good idea to try to get some chick's vocals while she was cumming and was banging her on the floor next to the mic. Fucking degenerate. That shit was overplayed when Guns an

Lennon said. “I kinda need a shower or something…” Everly added laughing slightly. She looked up and saw that his jaw was clenched. Lennon looked down at her with an apologetic expression. “I’m so sorry, gorgeous…” Lennon said smiling almost shyly at her. “That guy is not somebody I would have ever wanted to introduce you to. Shane, Jared, and I are committed to living a clean lifestyle. You know… No booze, no drugs, no groupies… We’ve seen too many amazing talents ruin their careers with drugs and too much partying. We don’t tour with people like Mick, but we do the same thing, so, we run into them occasionally.”

Cornell’s deep timbre sounded through the phone. "You're kidding, right? That is so awesome. I'm looking forward to seeing all of you again." There was no hiding Oshey’s excitement. "So are we. I heard the beach rocks! The Spring Break concert in Panama City Beach sounds crazy intense.” Cornell’s smile could be heard even if not seen. "It has some good points, but hearing you guys are heading this way makes it even better. So how do Darin, Kenney, and Chris like the idea of touring the South?" Oshey looked toward her mom, forgetting she was still there.

“Because I treat him like a person. I don’t want anything from him. And I feed him. That’s… basically it.” Drew stared for a beat, then looked away like the simplicity annoyed him. “People want him on,” Drew muttered. “All the time.” “Yeah,” I said. “And that’s not sustainable.” Drew’s jaw tightened as if I’d insulted the laws of physics. He started to speak, then stopped, like he was fighting between PR instincts and the obvious reality he’d been forced to witness. I took a small risk. “Tour’s over,” I said gently. “Press week is still intense, but… there’s room now. To rest. To breathe. To get help.”

He asked her frantically. "Yeah am good I just can't make it, I have got these meetings I didnt even know I had" she told him. "Oh I see, it fine" he said "Am sorry babe" she hung up the phone To say he was sad and disappointed was an understatement she hadn't showed up and for something as silly as a sorority hang out but he didnt want to be selfish, she deserved to enjoy her life even if he wasn't involved. He paid for the food and asked the waiter to pack them up. When he got to the dorm he heard loud noises in the kitchen Tony Harlow and his crew were having a debate.

Jax I had done a lot of foolish shit in my life. Like a ton. But I had never gone on stage so hammered that I almost fell off and had to be carried off before the set was even over. I had certainly never been as wasted as our lead singer was tonight. Hell, it wasn’t even just tonight. Dion, sex god and crooner extraordinaire, had been teetering on the edge of a total nervous breakdown since we had kicked off this leg of our world tour in Las Vegas ten days ago. Usually, I wouldn’t have been too worried. He was going through a rough time with the press since his relationship with our old drummer Isla had publicly combusted.

She was insanely happy when I told her Silas gave her the ticket, she thought it was sold out but then when the Spitfire Strip boys are your friends, they will always find a way. When the show started, 5SOS was their front act. Holy freaking shit 5SOS are really freaking performing in front of me. I feel like I could reach them because they were super close. I noticed that Luke glanced at me, damn his blue eyes are making him sexy. And Ashton's biceps were gracious. They were the ones who stared at me the longest when I was with Milo along the hallways as we were running away to the dressing room. Luke smiled at me before he walks closer to the mic while he fixes his guitar and I just smiled