Nothing like starting over (Hunter hayes fan fiction)

Chapter 1/The Begining

I woke up and rolled out of bed. Letting out a sigh I looked in the mirror.

"I need a hair cut" I said to myself

My apartment was dark. I pulled back a curtain to let in some light but quickly closed it. I didn't want to look outside. I walked out into the kitchen and started making coffee. I sat on my couch and sighed again. I glanced over at the case that held my guitar. It had some dust on it. It had been months since I even touched an instrument. What's the point ? I suck now according to everyone. Other people are better and I'm not as good and I'm old news now I guess.

"Ugh" I breathed while taking a sip of coffee.

My phone started ringing from my bedroom. Just the sound of it made my head pound. I was a little hungover from the other night. I went out drinking with a guy I barley knew, I met him when I was looking to buy an old classic car. I was still taking a sip out of my mug. I shook my head while I let a breathe out of my nose. I got up to go see who was calling me so early. Well early for me. It was 12:45,usually I was still sleeping off a hangover or I was just going to bed. I've had trouble sleeping I haven't been able to go to bed in forever.
I looked at my phone and it was my manager Betsy. Last person I wanted to talk to. I clicked it off and flopped back on my bed and let out an angry sigh. I pulled the covers over my head and went back to bed.

I woke up at around 3 something in the afternoon. I felt a little better. But still felt like absolute shit. I threw on a plain black shirt and jeans and put a hat over my messy hair. And went out to get food. I picked up my phone noticing I had about 6 missed calls from Betsy. She left me a voicemail.

Betsy- hunter we need to talk. You haven't produced anything in almost a year. It's been months and we haven't even gotten a demo. We haven't heard from you talked to you we don't even know where you are. The record label needs you to come up with something by the end of the year or they are going to drop you and revoke your record contract. They don't want to but they are a business and you aren't producing any music so they aren't making any money off you. They are giving until the end of the year. I know you could come up with something by then. Please call me back as soon as you can. Take care hunter.

"Perfect" I angrily shook my head. I could hear that she was sad. I'm such a disappointment. Now I'm going to be dropped from my record company. I went down the street to a cafe downtown. And grabbed food to take home. I walked back but stopped at a liquor store and grabbed a case of beer and some whiskey. I needed a drink after the bad news. I didn't really care if it was only the afternoon. I went back home and poured a glass of whiskey and say down. I stared at my drink.

"I suck" I said sighing before taking a huge drink. I disappointed my friends. Family,manager,band. Everyone. Why am I even here ? what's the point if I can't do what I love ? there isn't a point. My thoughts were blurred as I finished my drink and head falling on the table.