Three

You look delicious," says Jeffrey with a smirk.

"Thanks," I place my hand on my hip. Mark and Sony laugh.

"You have no chance man,'' laughs Mark, pouching Jeffrey in the arm.

The band and I are very close. They are like the family I never had. Jeffrey has been hitting on me for years. Although he would have been a wonderful choice, I never wanted to date a band member and complicate matters.

I sneak a look from behind the curtains, and I feel surprised, but I shouldn't, because our shows are always booked and sold out.

"No boyfriend," asks Jeffery.

I shake my head. I don't want to show the pain in my voice, so I don't speak. Lately, it feels like Josh doesn't support me.

"I am sorry angel,'' he tells me. He has called me Angel ever since our debut song Angels Don't Lie. According to one of my theories, Finn may have been an angel who came to me to help me through difficult times by telling stories and putting my mind elsewhere. I wrote a song about it. It has made me famous, but I didn't fill the hole in my heart.

I hear the opening act begin to play. I watch from behind the curtains. They are good. I start stomping my foot to the music and bobbing my head.

"They do sound nice,'' Mark and Sony agree. The opening act was an all boys band.

It was about an hour, and it was our turn to light up the stage. I have already been smoking and drinking with band members. We were all rowdy and ready to give the crowd a good time. I have performed drunk and high before. It doesn't affect the performance, so the band members won't make a big deal out of it.

I walk on the stage. The crowd instantly cheers when they see me. I pick up the mic.

"How the fuck, are you?" The crowd raises their fists in the air.

" That's right we are ready to party". The music begins.

We play for nearly an hour, and this crowd was wonderful. They were mosh pitting, and I could smell the weed coming from the people in the pit. I reach down from the stage, shaking many of their hands. They are my people, my fans and friends.

We are now on our last song. I sing Angels Don't Lie and look up in the sky. The fans got out their lighters and light it up, making light appear all over the arena.

When the song is over, I say goodbye, thanking them for an amazing time.

I walk backstage. The concert was finally over. Sweat covered my entire body. The pain in my head is exacerbated by the smell of marijuana and alcohol. My eyes see Josh. Wow, he actually came. Great, and I have been drinking and smoking. He looks at me and he doesn't look happy. He walks over to me. I smile, trying to not look faded.

"You made it," I smile.

"Yup, he crossed his arms over his chest.

"You were smoking?" he asks.

"You probably smell it from the fans." I lie.

"Stop lying Rosie, I can smell it on your breath," he rolls his eyes.

"What are you her father?" Laughs Jeffrey.

"I wasn't talking to you loser," snaps Josh.

" Josh, stop."

"This loser makes more money in one show than you will make a lifetime." He glares at him walking by.

Josh was always rude to the band members . He thinks he's better than them. His whole family is full of snooty nasty snobs. His family comes from money, and his cold-hearted mother looks down on anyone else who doesn't have it. Her name is Connie, and she is the wickedest person I met in my whole entire life. It seems that lady has a basket full of red apples and should portray the Evil Queen.

That is one of the deciding factors in our relationship. His mother hates me and I hate her. Despite being short of a hard-ass, I'm not going to tolerate someone treating me unfairly because he's the mother of my fiance.

"I ask you to stop this reckless behavior, you are too old to act this way", Josh yells.

"Being in a band?"

"You'll get in serious trouble someday, and all your money won't be able to save you. Famous or not, Rosie, you're barking up the wrong tree," Josh snaps.

"Fine." I roll my eyes.

"I'm at my wit's end. It's getting to the point where you will have to decide on being in this band or being married to me, having class and being a part of a good family," he tells me.

"A family who treats me like shit. Look how much money I have now. How famous I am now. But none of that matters, because I don't come from wealth. I am just your dirty orphan, and that is how your mother treats me."

"I am sorry about her, and I have talked about that with her many times. It's not going to happen again. She won't treat you like that anymore," he says.

Every time we fight, it always escalates into something else. We weren't even talking about his mother today, and somehow she always gets brought up. I guess when you have a problem in your relationship, it's always a trigger, it's always going to be there, and it's hard to get over it.

I want to be the perfect girl his family wants for him. I want a proper job. Stop drinking and smoking, and be the wife he's always wanted. But is that who I am? Will I ever be that without pretending, without forcing myself to change? You should never change yourself to be something you're not, especially to make someone else happy, because then you're not yourself. You're somebody else for somebody else, and that's never okay.

Josh walks over to give me a hug.

" I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to argue and then pretend like we're okay. Sometimes it feels forced, like we just do it, just get to a happy place".

"Fine whatever," Josh tells me before he walks off and leaves. The perfect boy will just cry to his perfect mama.