Rock or Roll

The Rocker

High and low pitched screams invade the airways, drawing attention to the arena for miles. I stand in the middle of it all, higher than the rest. With my head leaned back and eyes closed, I take the moment in. I listen to each scream, each voice supporting my craft. I lift up my arms and point to the lights and they immediately shut off. The screams don't die, instead get even louder. I lower my head and open my eyes, running off stage with a smile. The rush is still flowing through my veins. The beat of the last song still thumping on my heart and the lyrics still swirling around in my brain. This feeling is bliss. This feeling is passion. This feeling is rock and roll.

"Another night annihilated!" Ricky places his hands on my shoulders and jumps.

"You killed the sticks as usual," I reply, the smile still on my face.

He walks backwards while holding up his drum sticks, one bent in half, "Literally."

I shake my head and look at the ground, "We spend half of the tour money on buying you new drum sticks every night."

He shrugs, "Can't hold back passion."

I wrap my arm around his shoulder, turning him around, "No you can't my friend."

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"Ow!" I rub my head after bumping into the ceiling. I roll out of the bunk and set my feet on the ground.

"You always do that," Stefan says while eating a burger.

"I forget that I have to roll like a dog to get out of bed," I say standing up. I lose my balance for a second as the bus hits a bump.

"Man really," Stefan looks down at his newly ketchup stained shirt.

I shake my head and walk towards the fridge. I bend down and reach in for a soda. Taking it out, I look through the tented windows and see desert. Miles and miles of it.

"Where are we?" I ask taking a sip.

"Nevada," Lukas replies.

"Las Vegas?" I ask puzzled.

"No man, we're going to LA," Lukas replies shaking his head. "You really should keep up with the schedule."

I shrug, "I like the surprise."

I look out the window and admire the area. The desert may not have tons of greenery or any water to look at, but there is something about it that makes it beautiful on its own.

"Dude, look at this post about you," Lukas says staring at his laptop.

I turn my head to him and stand up, reaching for is computer. I scroll to the top and read:

I'm quoting Jesse Spano when I say, "He's a pig!" It's amazing how people worship Reid Griffiths like an idol when he acts like scum. I admit, the music is good but the person behind it is not. I know I'm going to get murdered for this from his millions of fans, but if you saw him in person and observed him you would think the same as me.

I went to an award show to interview a celebrity. While I was waiting I watched as he stumbled onto the carpet, completely stoned. He was saying incoherent words but I think we all got the message when he mooned us. As he walked off, he looked completely angry. He ignored anyone who tried to talk to him and even insulted one of his fans saying, "You stupid girl. You think I would ever return love to someone like you?"

I get it, you want to have the tough rocker edge, but is mooning and treating your fans like garbage really necessary? If you ask me, I think it could have all been a PR stunt. If it was though, that means that he defiantly does not have the rocker edge, because he actually listens to his managers and label. Being rude isn't edgy, it's just rude.

So you want a review of Reid Griffiths? Here it is: Reid is a wannabe rocker without guts.

"Who wrote this?" I ask anger boiling up.

Lukas takes the laptop from my hands and looks at the screen, "Uh, it's on some blog call The Rew."

"I've never heard of it," I say angrily.

"Well a lot of other people have. This thing has already had hundreds of shares," he says looking up at me.

"Does it say who the writer is?" I ask leaning against the counter.

He looks at the screen again, "Ah yes, Maddalena Rew. Oh I get it 'The Rew'."

I give him a look, "How do I get in contact with her?"

"What? Why do you want to talk to her? You're not going to blow up over this are you?" He asks.

"No, but I'm going to clear this up. What she said was completely untrue," I reply crossing my arms.

"No it's exactly true," Ricky says with a chuckle, walking past me while looking at his phone. I look over his shoulder and see that he is reading the post too.

I snatch it out of his hand. "Hey!" He calls surprised.

"Yes the events she talked about are true, but me being a gutless wannabe isn't true! She doesn't know the first thing about me, but she's about to learn," I put his phone down on the counter and walk to the back of the bus. I run my hands through my hair and shut the door to the back room. I sit down in one of the chairs and rub my face. Who does this Maddalena think she is? Yes I mooned on the red carpet and yes it was a PR stunt, but that doesn't mean I'm not an artist. That doesn't mean I'm a phony. I take out my phone and search for her blog. I look for an email address or a phone number. Email. I type in the address and write the message:

Hello Maddalena,

I would like to set up an interview. I'll be in LA this week. Use this address to contact me with a time.

Reid Griffiths

Send.

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Hey guys! So here's a taste of a new story. I will continue to work on this one and my other one. I have set days of updates and they will be in my bio so check those out to know when new chapters are coming. I'm really excited for this story and can't wait to write it all. I hope you enjoy. x

-M