My Rockstar Baby Daddy

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POV: Hayden

"Guys, what is up with you? This is the longest you've all gone without writing any new songs." Grace, my band, Glass Tears' manager complains. I roll my eyes. I've been trying to write but I'm blocked. I've been blocked before but never like this. We've done songs written by professional songwriters but they're always so generic. Sure some are a great hit but most of the time they're just generic. There's nothing like performing a song from the heart that you wrote. The audience may not realize it but they can tell the difference.

"Grace, we're trying. It's not that big of a deal anyway." Liam shrugs like this songwriting block is nothing to be worried about. "Shut up dummy." Grace hits her brother, Liam in the back of the head. "Hayden, what about you? Hmm? You're the top writer in the band so I expect you to at least have something." Grace singles me out once again. Why do the new songs always get put on me? 

"I have nothing. Face it Grace, we're blocked. We need new inspiration. Blake, maybe you could write something about your kids or some shit like that. Your wife, Winnie even? Yeah?" I suggest. "Bro, as much as I'd love to do that, I've run out of content. Plus we can't keep doing songs about my family. I'm sure Malcolm has something about his fiance. You're about to be married." Blake shifts things towards our bass player. 

We always do this every time we have a block. We shift the blame on each other. "Ugh, look, Grace, we're working on it. We'll take the day tomorrow, go out, and find inspiration somewhere. This meeting is getting us nowhere. I know the record company wants a new song but we have nothing." I say getting impatient. This meeting is pointless. We know all of this already. Besides who knows tomorrow might spark some inspiration. It is my 30th birthday after all. 

You might be wondering who I am by now. Well, I'm Hayden Onyx Wilder and I'm the lead singer of the band Glass Tears. My stage name is Hayden Onyx. I'm a rockstar living the dream. My bandmates and I grew up together. Grace and Liam are siblings. There are times I wish we never chose Grace to be our manager but she's family.

As I mentioned my birthday is tomorrow, September 12th. Today is the last day of my twenties. It's the end of an era. "You had better hope you come up with a song by the end of the week or it's your asses on the line." Grace threatens. "How can I not get something out of tomorrow? It's the end of an era. I'll have an epic party to end all parties. I won't remember half of what happened due to being so drunk. I fuck some chick and rock her world. She'll come begging for more after convincing herself she's in love with me. I'll have to turn her down gently because I can't love her in return." I sell my plan to Grace. 

"Well if you can't get a song out of that then you're screwed," Grace says chugging the rest of her coffee. That girl is addicted to the stuff. 

"Oh, bro, your party is going to be epic. Liam reserved a hotel in Kingston Hollows." Malcolm says. Ah, old Kingston Hollows, the small town I grew up in. I live in the city now, which isn't far from Kingston Hollows. Grace is the only one of us that still lives in town. She just couldn't leave home. 

"Yeah, Grace made the Hotel owners and employees sign NDAs so they don't alert the press about the party," Liam adds. "Anyway does anyone have any questions? I have to get home now." Grace asks. "What about the tour? Were you able to cut it back?" Blake asks. We've decided to cut back a little with Blake being married and having kids, and Malcolm is now getting married and will soon have his own kids. Our goal is a three-month tour for the summer instead of our normal six to eight-month tour.

To be honest I'm ready to slow it down. Our contract with this record label ends at the end of next year. I've been thinking of taking a break for a year and getting back to my roots. I've run out of material. I haven't discussed this with the band yet because I'm still not sure if I want to do this or not. 

"Yes, it's a done deal. You have a world tour for three months next summer. I'd use this time wisely and get some new material written to play at these shows." Grace says. She is so bossy. "Whatever," I say getting up to leave. I'm done with this meeting. Grace isn't telling us anything we don't already know. 

"Hayden, I know tomorrow is your birthday but you have an interview at 5 a.m. Don't be late this time. Then you all have a photoshoot at 1 p.m.." Grace says making me stop at the door to listen to her. "Fine, but no promises." I shrug my shoulders. I'm always late. 

"Just go." Grace waves me off. She knows there's no use in arguing with me. I leave the studio heading home. "Hey, bro wait up. You're my ride remember?" Liam catches up with me. His house had a pipe bust so part of his house got flooded. He could just stay at a hotel for the time being but then he'd have to deal with the press and fans. Needless to say, Liam has been staying with me for the past week. 

"Then hurry up! I'm ready to go. I need to stop by my mom's house on the way. She wants me to pick something up from her house." I tell Liam. Glass Tears signed their first record deal eight years ago. It was a year later I bought my mom a house. My dad left us when I was nine years old. 

My mother did her best to raise me alone. She worked as a waitress for years to support us. My dad was this big-shot CEO of some company but left me and my mom for his 20-year-old secretary. He never gave my mom a dime after leaving her with a kid to raise all by herself. 

At first, the band was just a distraction. It was just a hobby, you know? I was in college and everything but then everything changed. We got into it and Grace wanted to follow in her dad's footsteps and become a manager. Grace is the one who pushed us to be the band we are today. I don't regret a single thing or decision we've made. 

"Oh, cool. I hope she has some of her chocolate chip peanut butter cup cookies baked." Liam says. "She always does," I say. Mom probably just has a cake to give me for my birthday. She always bakes one for me and calls me to come get it. Sometimes I eat it with her and other times I just take it home. I most likely will take it home today because I'm in no mood to listen to her when are you getting married speech. Her husband left her and yet she's been on my back about finding someone and giving her grandchildren. She's been getting worse about it too. 

It's hard to find someone who truly loves you for you. Most girls only want to date me for my money and fame. It can be frustrating. I wish there was a girl out there who has never even heard of my band. A girl who can love me for me.