Hollywood Hearts

One

"Perse, please! Just consider it!" My manager said and I sighed, turning to her and grabbing the folder, opening it and reading it over.

"I considered it. No." I said and she huffed.

"But you'd be perfect for the part! You just need to-"

"No, I'm not going to work with another band! I don't work with artist-"

"You do now, I've already signed you on!" She said and I glared, pissed beyond belief that she'd go behind my back and do this.

"Are you fucking insane, Candy?! I said-"

"You could use the extra cash!" She said and I grit my teeth, glaring at the ground.

"Who is it?"

~*-*~

"Perse, this is Hollywood Undead!" Candy said as I eyed the six guys standing there.

"Boys, this is Perse Jones! She'll be your lead dancer-"

"You didn't say I'd be fucking dancing!" I spit at Candy and she whimpered.

"You-you never gave me a chance!" She whispered and I rolled my tongue in my cheek, forcing a smile and offering my hand to the guy with stretched ears.

"Persephone Jones, I prefer Perse. Let's at least be civil." I said as he slowly took my hand, shaking it and smiling.

"Jorel Decker, my stage name is J-Dog." He said and I snatched my hand away, forcing a wider smile.

"Stage name, how cute. Candy, I can handle it from here-"

"I need to be here while they sign the contract, Perse, you know the rules." She said and I huffed, rolling my eyes as she pulled the papers from her purse.

"Shall we go on the bus to go over the details?" Candy asked and their manager nodded. As we sat in the front lounge, Candy handed me a pen and I sighed, taking the papers to sign.

"Uh, what's with all this?" One guy asked with a nervous laugh, but Candy glanced at their manager and sighed when they shared a nod.

"Oh for fuck's sake!" I spit and handed the contract to Candy.

"It's a disclosure agreement that I'm very open with my body, boys, and you won't take pictures of me to post, circulate, or use for your own enjoyment! It's something my dad forces-"

"Perse, please!" Candy said and I laughed.

"That bastard is off fucking his secretary and I'm still daddy's perfect princess locked in her god damn tower!" I growled and Candy glared.

"Perse, your father-"

"FUCK THAT BASTARD!" I screamed and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath as I calmed down.

"Dude, it's alright!" I glared at the guy then he swallowed hard.

"Perse's father is a very influential man here in Los Angeles, and any leaked images of her that aren't approved by myself and the board are strictly forbidden-"

"Can she take pictures of herself at least?" Jorel asked and I smirked at Candy, who glared.

"No, she's not allowed. Ian, here's the contracts for you to sign. We'll go over the important parts then you can read through the rest during your tour." Candy said and I sighed as they went over the rules. I'm not allowed outside of the venue alone, I can't go anywhere inside the venue alone, no pictures of me at all, no recordings of me, they're not allowed to touch me, and I can't sleep with any of them.

"Daddy's caged princess." The guy with a three tattoo on his neck whispered as he signed the contract, his band mates doing so as well.

"Any violation of these rules and you will be hearing from our lawyers." Candy said then stood and looked at me.

"Your bags are being packed onto the bus, Perse. I have to go, you need to behave-"

"Yes, mother!" I grinned and she glared, shaking her head as she left the bus. I lost my smile when she was gone then I looked at the band, glaring at them.

"What're your names?" I asked and three guy cleared his throat.

"I-I'm Johnny 3 Tears, most people call me 'Johnny', but my name is George Ragan." He said and I eyed them, getting their names and stage names.

"Great! I won't use the stage names, I hate working with artists, and I'm due for my period in a week!" I grinned and saw them swallow hard.

"You're going to make us regret this, aren't you?" Dylan asked and I laughed as I leaned forward, his eyes dropping to my exposed cleavage.

"You forced my father's hand, he's forcing me here, I'm going to make your lives living hell!" I grinned and stood, walking back into the bus to my bedroom at the very back.

Jorel's POV
"She's a demon!" Jordon whispered and I snorted, shaking my head.

"All those rules though-"

"If we wanted Perse Jones, we have to abide by them." Ian said and I huffed.

"But she's trapped-"

"Nothing we can do about it, Jorel. All we can do is obey and follow the contract. I'd suggest all of you read through it carefully, we don't need lawyers coming after us again." He said and I nodded as he left the bus to go to the crew bus.

"I'm thinking we should have picked someone else." Danny said and shook his head as he grabbed his copy of the contract, reading over it.

"Isn't there something we can do?" I asked, but George shook his head.

"You heard her manager and her, she's stuck and her dad holds everything-"

"Who even is he?" Dylan asked, but I looked to the back as I heard a scream.

"Perse?!" Johnny yelled, all of us waiting with baited breath. As I stood and went back, I knocked on her door just in case, but she swung the door open and glared.

"All of you are fucking disgusting!" She snarled and threw something in my face, slamming the door. As I grabbed what she threw, I realized it was Dylan's underwear and sighed, turning and going to the front to chuck them at him.

"She's going to hate us more now!" Matt said as Dylan looked embarrassed and we got moving.