The Cult of Silence (Complete)

Chapter One: The Fear

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Thirty Seconds to Mars are characters in a world that is not our own. Somethings will be the same, but for the most part, this is a world of my own creation. This story is the first of many that will take place in my earth.

A tall man stands at the window of his hotel room, shirtless and in gray sweats. New York City is blanket in a thin layer of fog, droplets of water hit the window sparsely. The man runs his hand through his short raven hair, his blue eyes lock on the streets. Only three stories up watching people go about their lives, he is Jared Lato lead singer of the band 30 Seconds to Mars. In New York as the final leg of a tour and also here to discuss ideas for next album.

No rest for the wicked.

Jared knows that t is just how the records companies work. Always wanting to keep those artists working so that get money, of course, they always make him feel guilty about having no new music for the fans. The people who guarantee an artist survival in this cutthroat job.

Jared looks at the dull city, sadden. The band had one hell of a concert last night, the hardcore believe were lit and the reception of the new album is good, not great. For Jared and the rest of the band, it is okay because they are proud of what they did.

Of course, the five-year span between their last album and this one was the bands collective choice for a multiple of reasons. The main one was for the triad to rest if one is constantly working the work with dry up. How the band gets most of their is from Jared and a lot of his ideas are born from dreams and just observing. Jared had the idea for AMERICA a few months after the last Europa tour for Love, Lust, Faith, and Dreams. He dropped the idea in his drummer and his older brother, Shannon and his lead guitarist, Tomo one night in the tour bus.

"So, Jay. I know that you have some in your mind. You going to let us in on it?" Shannon asked, sprawled out on a large sofa.

Jared was standing at the window, staring into space. A smirk came to his lips and Tomo, who was sitting in an oversize chair saw the smirk in the reflection of the window.

Tomo leaned over to Shannon, "He has something." He whispered, of course, it was not intended to keep Jared from hearing it.

Jared not only heard but he saw the action in the reflection. The long-hair guitarist leaned close to the serious-faced drummer. Jared turned on his heel, his bright blue eyes gleaming with an idea.

"Let's take a break." He said with the smirk still on his lips but his voice was serious.

Tomo perked up and looked at Shannon worriedly. Shannon slowly moved his legs off the couch, looking at Tomo then back at his brother. Shannon looked like he was staring at a wild animal that could attack at any time.

"Jared, what are you talking about?" His voice was shaky. He was worried about his little brother, this band was his passion, his way to try to change the world. Yes, the tour schedule of this album was crazy, but the actual creating process was smoother than on This is War. Jared approach to the new album was allowing the calm to help create, instead of attacking the project. Shannon looked into his brother's eyes and relaxed, "What's the idea?" He asked.

Tomo shifts uncomfortably, he was missing something. He joined the brother duo in 2003 he effectively matched the energy for how Jared imagined for 30 Seconds to Mars. Tomo had never been creatively barred by Jared, just the opposite, though most of the ideas come from Jared. He understands that it is the three of them together was what makes this band. Still, there was that deep brother connection that Tomo had yet to grasp, "Shannon?" He asked nervously. He, at the start, was in it for the money and the recognition after A Beautiful Lie he learned something. That something was the joy of watching people young and old being affected by music. He had cried while on stage during their first night on tour for the album. Since then he had let go of the want of money and fame and just focused on making great music. They had all become a family with this great following of believers, something that he was not ready to walk away from.