Maven's Saving Grace

two || maven

[ m a v e n : h i t  a n d  r u n s ]

"I'm a motherfucking starboy"

"Your next show's in about four and a half hours and it's at Requiem. It starts at five thirty sharp and I want you to be there by five. Copy?" Jaden, my manager, and also my best friend since I was 15, says.

I smile lazily at him. "Paste," I joke.

"I'm serious Maven, you can't be late. This is your last show of the tour and I need you to make it good."  He pinches the bridge of his nose and I can tell that he's seriously stressing out over this.

"Whatever." I roll my eyes, hoping my short response satisfies him enough so that he'll finally leave.

Jaden glares at my indifference and I raise a crooked eyebrow at him.

His glare still doesn't let up as I wave my hand to dismiss him.

There's still time for a nap. I need to look all pretty and dolled up anyways, right? Not long after, I am under the covers and asleep.

I wake up with one hour to spare and I quickly hop into the shower. The warm water, unlike most times, does little to loosen me up. Instead, it alleviates my tension.

Disgruntled, I hop out of the shower and shrug on a pair of black ripped jeans, and black wife beater and a leather jacket. Everything was black, just like my soul.

Getting into my car, I head towards Requiem so I can scope it out and a scowl takes over my face as I think about how my last performance went down.

It was in held in a perfect town with perfect people and perfect weather. Literally everything was perfect. I couldn't even find a bar and trust me, I checked very thoroughly.

"The world was on fire and the only one who could save me was you // It's funny what love can make foolish people do," I hear one of the earliest song I've ever covered play on the radio and a smirk takes over my face.

My career started out over youtube. At an early age, I was already uploading covers and when I finally mustered up enough courage to go to a singing competition, I managed to win it. After that, a record label had signed me on and the rest was history.

I was living the life, spending money like it was endless because it was endless. Call me egotistical, but it was easy to earn because I had the whole package - good looks, the charm and the vocals.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts as I drive into the town. The town is relatively small, so I only take half an hour to drive around the entire town. I'm filled with glee when I notice a bar after a few minutes.

Ah the question, to head in or not to head in? Jaden would get pissed. Oh wait, I'm the one who's about to get pissed. Hahaha, I'm hilarious.

My irrational side winning over my common sense, I park my car and walk into the bar.

Settling onto the barstool, I call the bartender over. "Get me your good stuff."

By the time I'm utterly and undeniably drunk, my brain decides that it would be a good idea to call Jaden and get him to pick me up.