The Heart of a Rock Star

Chapter 1

Ria's POV

*BANG* *CRASH* *BANG*

"What in the name of Cheezus was that?!" I yelled skidding around the corner into the kitchen.

"Sorry Ri. Dee here is trying to cook again" Ryan said laughing from his perch on the counter, giving a pointed look at Daria who was standing my kitchen covered in flour, sugar and what I assume is milk, her usually dyed red hair now white. 

"Oh shut up Ry! Like you could do any better Mr Almost-burned-the-house-down-trying-to-cook-an-egg!" Dee said glaring at Ryan who still laughing on the counter.

"Hey that was one time and I was 7! And at least I managed to keep everything in the bowl. You look like a Mexican drug lord decided to literally dive into his stash" Ryan quipped back.

Holy shit I think to myself. How in the hell are these idiots my best friends? 

"Shut up the both of you! I thought that someone was trying to blow up my damn kitchen, which by the looks of it wasn't too far off." I said looking around at the destruction that is Daria's cooking attempt. Daria glared at me, looking more like an adorable snowman instead of the pissed off bitch look I think she was going for. I chuckled before finally asking what actually happened. 

"I was trying to make a cake. To celebrate the fact that we have now been friends for 3 years 2 months and 6 days but doofus over here-" 

"I'm not a doofus!" Ryan muttered. "Of course you aren't. I'm so sorry. Let me rephrase. Any ways 'dumbass' here decided it would be a great idea to scare the living shit outta me and then suddenly there was an explosion of flour and I'm now stuck looking like the damn ghost of Christmas Past!" Daria finished her sarcastic little rant and glared at said dumbass, who had fell of the counter laughing as Daria explained his little prank and its hilarious outcome.

"Wait a second who celebrates their 3 year 5 week whatever friendship anniversary?" I said looking at Daria who looked back at at me like I was the crazy one for not knowing that was a thing. "I said the same thing!" said Ryan as he pulled himself up off the floor. 

"3 year 2 month and 6 day anniversary actually. And me thats who!" Daria exclaimed pouting like the 3 year old child she mentally is instead of the 25 year old she physically was. 

 I narrowed my eyes at her. "You just wanted cake didn't you?" "NO! I..." She trailed off after I gave her a deadpanned 'I know you so cut the crap' look, which before you ask, yes that is a regular look we share. 

"Yeah I just wanted cake" admitted Dee like a child that got caught with their grubby little fingers in the cookie jar.

"Go order some from that bakery down the street then. You didn't need to almost destroy my kitchen for cake you crazy bitch!" I said mock glaring at Dee before smiling and rolling my eyes. "Just clean up before you go. Ohh and get me one of those awesome apple turnovers while you're there. Ry, help Casper here clean up, since you're the one who caused this in the first place" Ryan starting whining while Dee, acting like the mature adult she is stuck her tongue out at him. Before she realised what I had said I made my escape up the stairs. "Hey! I'm not casper! That creepy little shit is a guy, which I am not thank you very much!"Daria yelled up the stairs. "That's up for debate." "Oh shut it you overgrown man baby!" "Make me!"

Yet another of Ryan and Daria's childish arguments slowly faded away as I continued up to my room. Again I ask how are these idiots my best friends? Probably cause they are as crazy as you are, whispers the little voice in my head. I'd known those two for, as Daria said, 2 years 3 months and 6 days, ever since I'd signed with SAR. They were some of the only people that knew my secret - that I was the voice behind 'Ria' the international signing sensation. They did a bit of the sound technician stuff and sometimes played as part of my back up band. They also basically lived with me despite having apartments of their own. I didn't necessarily mind cause I loved spending time with dumb and dumber, although when they are attempting to destroy my place I question my sanity and my decision to keep them around. 

Ryan and Daria are siblings and also Dave's niece and nephew. Dave was they guy who gave me my big break and now he was running the label. Stereo Anthem Records started as a family business and even though its grown into a recording empire a lot of the family still worked there in one way or another. Aaron, Dave's 36 year old son, was set to become the new CEO of the label in a few weeks when Dave stepped down. He claimed he was getting too old for this shit, I claimed he just wanted to disappear to some island in the Caribbean with his awesome wife Sheila to drink margaritas instead of working. 

I finally got back to my room and shut the door. My mind wondering back over the last few years of craziness. Ever since I was signed with SAR my life has been a like a rollercoaster in a tornado. It was filled with endless writing and recording and meetings about publicity events and awards nights I refused to attend. But I loved every second of it. I was doing what I loved and I couldn't be happier. I had friends I could basically call family at SAR and people loved my music. And bonus I didn't have to deal with the paparazzi or being judged for my looks because no-one knew who I really was. I had seen exactly what fame could do to people and was happy to stay in the shadows and leave the spotlight to someone else. 

Fame can turn good people into assholes and people who were already assholes into even bigger assholes with egos bigger than the fake plastic tits of a stripper named Chastity. 

Little did I know that this fame free, fantasy life I had been living for the last 3 years was about to come crashing down around me.

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