Luke’s P.O.V.

I must have said something right. The crowd of fans started to holler my name at the top of their lungs. “Luke! Luke! Luke!” Cameras were flashing, fans were screaming, someone was vomiting. Everything seemed right with the world.

“Thanks, everyone.” I started backing away from the crowd and fell into step with the crew. There was me, Jackson, and Maddy. Jackson was the lazy type of guy. He was usually high or drunk. I didn't mind that much as long as he can kept music flowing through his drums.

Maddy followed Jackson like a puppet. If Jackson wanted to jump off a cliff, Maddy would be right behind him. Maddy played the guitar, but he was really starting to slack off.

Then there was me. I could have everything and anything I wanted. Being grateful was the last thing on my list. I was just as bad as Jackson and Maddy put together. I could have anyone I wanted. Sweet talking chicks and even guys were way too easy. Once they knew who I was, they would be all over me. I didn't have to brag about it to prove that it was true. I was a legend.

“Luke? See, I told you that new drug was fucking with his head.” Jackson said, putting his arm around my shoulder. I chuckled. “Nah, I was just thinking of the cover for our new album. It's kind of stressing me out. Plus, we have that concert at the Thanksgiving Bash.”

Jackson stuck out his tongue and pulled me into our hotel room. “Maybe I could help you release that stress.” He walked into the living and pulled out a wad of marijuana. He waved it in front of my face like it was a bag of Skittles.

“We’re performing tomorrow.” Maddy said, closing the door behind him. He was shivering. His small frame made him look like a teenager, but he just turned 21.

“So? I've been stoned on stage plenty of times and no one noticed. Alex is going to be showing around some fan all day, so he won't notice.” I popped the little bundle of joy between my lips. The worst Alex could do was cancel one of our tours.

Jackson gave me a lighter and watched as I blew smoke into the air. He took a whiff of it after me, but Maddy was holding back.

“What's wrong?” I said, walking over to the door. “Madrious is too good to get high with his boys?”

He had a pained expression on his face. “I j-just want to take a break. I'm tired. We can party tomorrow, right?” His bottom lip was trembling.

I made a fist and punched the shit out of him. He fell to the ground, covering his face with his hands. Tears were streaming down his face. His cheek was red and puffy.

“Jackson, get the vodka from the cooler.” I smiled, taking Maddy by the collar. He was dead weight. We all gathered in the kitchen. Jackson put the bottle in front of Maddy and licked his lips.

“You can go your ass to bed after you drink the whole bottle.” Maddy slowly picked up the bottle and put it to his lips. His adam's apple bobbed as he drunk the vodka.

“Done,” Maddy said once he finished. He wobbled while he stood, using the counter for support. Jackson went to his room while I watched Maddy.

“There's nothing wrong with partying tonight. Next time you should keep your mouth shut.” Maddy nodded slowly, rubbing his bruised cheek.

“O-Okay.”