Give Me Therapy

Prologue

Give Me Therapy

Prologue

Dawn Switzer always lived in Baltimore Maryland, ever since she was sent to live with her grandparents when her mom and dad died in a collision on a freeway. The neighborhood was nice, and sweet. Her grandparents had a beautiful two story home and Dawn never really had any rules. Dawn met a boy about her age when she was six. She instantly felt a strong friendship between them. Dawn would spend almost all of her time going over to his house to play video games, play tackled football outside, or she'd invite him over and they'd go swimming in her backyard pool.

Dawn considered him the closest friend she ever had. Even to this day she couldn't think of a tighter bond she had with anyone else. Dawn then met some of his friends which she felt close to as well. Everything was turning out well.

Eleven years later when Dawn was seventeen years old, she still spent weekends with the boy next door. She'd sometimes spend the night at his house, or he'd crash on her couch. Either way his mom saw Dawn as her own daughter and Dawn saw his parents as her own mother and father figure. He and Dawn ever had special movie and pizza Friday’s that they'd spend together.

Dawn loved that he played music in a small garage band with his friends. Dawn often would head over to their band practice and help write songs.

Then, one year the guys got a call. They may be offered a label. Dawn celebrated with them after the guys set up a date to meet with the record label. Soon the guys were working on their music more than ever, leaving Dawn out. Though they promised if anything actually did happen, they'd take her with them out if the boring old town.

Dawn didn't mind, though she did ask the boy next door to their senior prom. He smiled and Dawn was happier then she thought she would have been. She was surprised at how much relief she felt when she knew he would go to the dance with her. After that, Dawn didn't seem to mind how much time the guys put into their music.

When the dance came around Dawn had bough ten a gorgeous blue dress and she spent hours on her hair and makeup. She promised to let her grandpa drive her to the dance because he wasn't sure if he'd be around for her wedding day, so the dance was good enough for him. Dawn felt that things finally were perfect.

When her grandfather dropped her off, Dawn headed inside the dance and looked around. There were so many people and so much music, the room was just filled with life. Dawn was right about to look for her date but she got a text. As it turns out, the label bumped up the meeting and he couldn't make it in time, he promised he catch the last half of the dance though. Dawn sighed but told herself she would be selfish if she thought prom was more important than the guy’s possible career.

Two hours later, still no sign of the boy next door, or his friends. Dawn continued to wait.

Half an hour after the dance ended, Dawn was still sitting at a table, staring at the clock when a janitor tapped her shoulder lightly and told her to leave. Dawn quickly called her grandfather to pick her up. Once home, Dawn ran upstairs and threw herself on her bed and cried into her pillow. He stood her up. Dawn ripped out of her dress and changed into some sweats; she let down her hair and wiped away her streaked makeup. She then began to frantically check her phone hoping she missed a text explaining everything.

Dawn never found that text. She never saw the boy again. Later she learned he and his band were signed. They went out to celebrate and they never once thought of her.

Five years later and Dawn is now Twenty two years old. Dawn now works in the writing career, writing for a magazine for teenagers. Dawn was working on an article when her boss’s assistant walked into her office letting her know that her boss wanted to speak with her.

Dawn made her was to the office and sat down politely.

"How are you doing today Miss Switzer?" Mr. Seibert asked her from his desk. "I'm well, thanks for asking. How are you?" Dawn asked and she sat up a little straighter.

"Very good. Actually, I called you in to offer you something. A job really." Mr. Seibert folded his hands on his desk and watched Dawn's expression.

"Oh, what kind of job?" Dawn asked, playing with the hemline of her shirt.

"A spot as a documentarian. You'll be stationed with a band that is going on tour and write about their past, their succession, the tour, their music, anything and everything. You'll have full access to the band mates twenty four seven and everything will be paid in advanced for you. Upon completing the job, you will be promoted, which of course comes with a raise. Now really, is this an offer you can refuse?" Mr. Seibert smiled half heartedly for he was a serious businessman who often intimidated others.

Dawn sat there; surprised and ecstatic for the opportunity she was just offered. "Yeah, of course. I'd love to take the job." Dawn smiled and held out her hand. "Thank so much Mr. Seibert. I won't let you down."

Mr. Seiber smiled and shook her hand. "It's official then. You'll have a few days to pack up your personal belongings and equipment. A limo will arrive at your house to pick you up and take you to the tour bus where you will meet the band and get settled on the bus." Dawn nodded and smiled. Finally, she'll get the promotion she's been wishing for ever since she applied for the job. Not only that but she will get to tour with a band across the United States. How cool is that?

"That will be all," Mr. Seibert said as he put on his reading glasses and started writing on a piece of paper. "May I ask one thing?" Dawn questioned quietly. Mr. Seibert looked up at her. "Go on."

"Well, I was just wondering, who is it that I’ll be writing a documentary about?" Dawn smiled shyly. Mr. Seiber looked over at his computer before responding. "Oh let’s see here. A band called All Time Low." He said as he went back to his work.

Dawn's eyes grew wide and her hand clenched into a small fist, quickly she calmed herself and nodded. "Oh thank you sir," with that said Dawn quickly stepped out of the office and made her way to her cubicle. Dawn couldn't figure out why the band sounded so familiar, and why she felt so upset when she heard it. She had been so busy with her work that she hadn't had much time for catching up on music. Dawn sat at her desk and loaded up her computer. Pulling up Google images, Dawn typed in All Time Low.

Instantly hundred of thousand pictures appeared on her screen. Dawn skimmed through them, her stomach knotting as her head began to ache. They all looked so familiar, but Dawn couldn't pin them to anything. Suddenly, after clicking on a picture and reading the name of the lead singer Alex Gaskarth Dawn's mind flashed back to the boy next door. Her ex-best friend. Dawn's anger swelled inside her as she recalled how they left her behind without a goodbye all for some stupid music career. Dawn quickly exited off of the computer and rubbed her temples. No way could she afford backing out of the job. No way could she afford facing them.

What had she gotten herself into?