A clear ending?

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1977

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1977

The guys found me that night, sitting outside of their room. I didn't answer their questions on what had happened, walking in only to grab an extra pillow and throwing myself into a ball of self-hatred on the shag-carpeting, in their room. It was the next morning that I was woken up, we had a rehearsal for the show here in London, along with an important meeting David had set up for us. He truly believed in our band, and that we could become something more than what we are. I just feared that I had ruined everything, and Debra wasn't going to want to perform today.

I took a shower and was a little concerned because none of the guys had been inside the room when I stepped out in a towel. I had no clean clothes, so I stole some from the guys.

I stepped out into the hallway and was a bit confused as to why all of them stood in a circle outside Deb’s room. “What's going on?” The sound of Led Zeppelin music was loud in Deb’s room, I know for a fact that she always carried around her albums with her.

They all turned slowly over to me to give me a look of pure pain. Scared and worried, I walked over to see what they were looking at. A gasp escaped my mouth at the sight of my white fender broken in half, laying against the carpet of the hotel hallway. Her strings had been cut and it looked like she was smashed against the ground a dozen times.

I knew she would do this, but not this bad.

Pink picked up the guitar, pieces falling off if it. “Dude, what the fuck did you do to piss her off?” The guys all turned to me and I knew I had to warn them of the hell I had caused.

Mitch picked up something off the ground and I realized it was Debra’s wedding ring. I took it and slowly placed it in my pocket, looking down. “I cheated on her.” my voice was quiet

The music instantaneously came to a stop as they all glared at me. “What the fuck-”

“Are you serious?” I cursed as they all began talking, but we all stopped at the door opening to reveal Debra. Now, I didn't expect Debra to be depressed and crying, but I also didn't expect her to be dressed up the way she was right now. She had her hair done, a pair of dark sunglasses, and a dress too short not to be fucking with me. Her legs were covered in a pair of black tights and she was wearing a pair of heels high enough to be considered a weapon.

 Her legs were covered in a pair of black tights and she was wearing a pair of heels high enough to be considered a weapon

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