12. Rose Tinted Glasses

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I stayed silent for what felt like an eternity. Time seemed to stop, and I knew that I would finally have to be held accountable for my decisions.

"So? What is this all about?" Kirk asked, pointing at the Metal Edge magazine.

"Listen, Kirk. I can't pretend anymore. Dave and I have something going on. He has been living with me for the past week." I replied simply, trying to keep calm. I didn't had the strength to look him in the eyes.

"So is what this headline says right?" He asked, and I could hear the distance in his voice.

"It's obviously exaggerated. I'm not a groupie, and I never will be. And I'm not doing this with the intention of upsetting you. Dave could be a total stranger or your biggest enemy, and without even knowing, I would still have feelings for him." I explained trying to not upset him.

"What I don't understand is the fact that you're always trying to put boundaries between you and Metallica because you're scared you're only going to be known because of us, yet the first chance you get, you fuck with Dave! Like if you did get into a relationship with him, you wouldn't be known as his groupie like Metal Edge said." Kirk replied visibly frustrated. His rhetorical questions and passive aggressiveness stabbed my heart.

"You think it's easy to live by others' reputations? I will never be a part of Metallica, but I also will never be completely separated from it. Sometimes I lay in bed wishing I never went to France with my dad, so that we could have done it at the same time. It's not fair. I never got the chance to build my own reputation." I poured my heart out to him like I never did before about my recurring thoughts.

"Well, is this the reputation you wanted to build for yourself then? We gave you all the chances, all the contacts, all the love, and all the support. Do you understand how bad this is for everyone's careers? Is being known as my sister worse than being known as Dave's groupie? You don't even have a band yet, and everyone is already waiting for you to pick a side! Answer me, goddammit!" He blurted it out, letting his anger slide. He waited for me to say something, but for some reason no words were coming out of my mouth.

"I don't want to pick a side. I don't want tabloids to dictate what I need to do. I don't care that my reputation will be ruined, next week everyone will forget about it. How is my love life anyone's business anyway?" Tears filled my eyes, and as a result, my vision became blurry.

"You're a grown woman. When will you realize your actions have consequences on others' feelings and careers? A decision has to be made for you to continue on this path. Besides that, as a brother, I don't want you to date Dave. I know how much of a shitty person he is. More than you do with your rose-tinted glasses. I don't want him to hurt you, and I don't want to be the one having to comfort you when it happens." He explained more calmly, showing some pity for my crying face.

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