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Chapter 2 | Setting Up For Failure?

Zero

My Doorbell Rang, And I Got Up To Attend To It Since I Fired My Maid. I Opened My Door And Martin Was Standing There. I Sighed.

"Zero, You Know The Auditions Are In Two Days." Martin Said.

My Annoying Ass Manager, Is Always On My Back About Irrelevant Shit That I Don't Need To Worry About. I Poured Myself Some Whiskey.

"Your Point?" I Questioned As I Took A Sip.

Martin Looked A Little Aggravated.

     "My Point Is, That You Need To Be Prepared." He Explained.

     "I Am Prepared. All I Gotta' Do Is Smile On Camera If They're Good, And If They're Are Shit, Then I Dismiss Them."

Martin Took My Drink Out Of My Hand.

    "You Need To Think Straight Right Now." He Said As He Poured My Whiskey Down The Drain, And Sat The Cup On My Counter. "Look, You're A Recovering Addict That Is Getting Back On Track. You Need A Project, Something Big To Keep People's Mind Off Of You Being What You Were Before."

I Narrowed My Eyes.

"And How Was I Before?" I Questioned.

"Showing Up To Shows High, Drunk, You Name It. Vomiting On Stage. You Were A Wreck, And So Was Your Career. You Have To Do This." Martin Explained.

My Jaw Tightened.

"Get Out." I Said Simply As I Grabbed The Bottle Of Whiskey And Went Upstairs.

London

     I'm Rehearsing A Song I've Written A While Back Before I Even Knew About This Opportunity. Something's Off With My Vocals. I Guess I Need A Break. I Sat Down On My Bed, And Searched Up Zero.

A Bunch Of Things Popped Up On My Phone About Him. He's A Musical Icon. I Plugged My Headphones In, And Listened To One Of His Songs.

     A Beat Blared Into My Ears, And I Quickly Turned It Down. The Beat Was Constant, Yet Catchy. Zero's Voice Followed Through A Second Later. Something About His Voice Sounds Familiar, And I Never Heard This Before.

     I Closed My Eyes, And Tried To Remember If I Ever Heard This Song Played By Anyone Else And I Just Happened To Stand Next To Them. Someone Tapped My Shoulder, I Opened My Eyes, And Took Out An Earbud.

     "What're You Listening To?" Dad Questioned.

Oh, Great.

     "A New Version Of Gospel." I Lied.

     "A New Version Of Gospel, Huh?" He Repeated. "Last Time I Checked, Gospel Doesn't Have Cursing In It. Give Me Your Phone."

"What? I'm Eighteen---"

"That's Living Under My Roof. Give Me The Phone, Now." He Demanded.

I Yanked The Earbuds Out Of My Phone, And Placed The Phone Into His Possession.

      "I'm Doing This For Your Own Good." He Said As He Walked Out.

Yeah, Right!

Zero

    Martin Is Just Setting Me Up For Failure, Yet Again. These Auditions Won't Mean Shit To Me, Only To That New Artist. 

    I Rolled Up My Blunt, Sparked It, And Pulled. I Opened My Mouth, And Let The Smoke Linger Around My Room.