𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍

001

CHAPTER ONE
𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊

𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝟮𝟴𝘁𝗵, 𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟲

"that was fucking sick!" brett loudly exclaims, twirling his drumsticks between his slender fingers and shaking the sweat from his shaggy blonde hair as we jog off stage

it had been almost two years since we moved to LA and so far i hadn't regret it one bit. after moving here jordan and i brought a shitty apartment where we met brett, who was living a few apartments down and soon became our drummer. not long after, we met riley who was better known as 'raz' (a nickname he'd been given when he was in high school) we met in a club where i ended up having sex with him in the bathroom, later i found out he was actually a pretty good bassist which lead to him joining the band.

we called ourselves 'heatstroke', it was a name raz had come up with one night when the four of us were high and trying to think of a name, i became angry over something and raz described my temper as having 'heatstroke'. the comment didn't make to much sense but somehow that kind of just stuck as a name.

the four of us had become extremely close extremely quickly, i don't think i could have asked for a better group of not only band mates but friends. quickly we started getting gigs at small bars around town until just recently when we started getting gigs at bars/clubs along sunset strip, which has definitely gotten us a lot of recognition already.

i had always dreamed of playing along the sunset strip. i'd heard the stories of what went down along the controversial street many times and could now confirm it's all true. everything from the sick bands that play to nights where you would snort so much cocaine that you'd forget your name out of pure euphoria. i loved it all.

i watch jordan bring a bottle of vodka up to his mouth, taking a long gulp before pulling it back and shaking his head, "i know yeah, that was bloody crazy!"

"did you see how many people were out there? i reckon that's definitely the most we've had," i slur, already decently tipsy from the amount of alcohol i had consumed before the show.

that was definitely a positive of playing shows at bars, the amount of free alcohol these places gave you for being in the band was crazy. of course not as crazy as that sensation i feel every time i step out onto a stage, seeing the crowd get bigger every time we played, however i think seeing people singing our songs back to us had to be the best part of it all. never in a million years did i imagine i would be here.

"you guys wanna go down to the bar? i need more vodka," jordan suggests, holding up the now empty bottle of vodka he'd been drinking throughout the night.

raz's face perks up at the suggestion, "sure, i need to find a chick to fuck anyway," he says, already heading in the direction of the backstage exit.

we all let out a small laugh, typical razz.

none of us could really talk though when it came to how many girls raz brought home, we all went through quite the number of one night stands.

"might as well, i could do with another drink," brett agrees and begins following behind raz.

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we all sat in a booth down the back of the bar, empty glasses of alcohol scattered all around the table as well as a few ashtrays.

i pull a cigarette out of the carton i had sitting on the table, placing it between my lips, "anyone got a lighter?" i mutter, glancing around at each of the boys.

quickly i see raz reach for the front pocket of his tight leather pants which were almost the same as mine, pulling out a lighter and sliding it across the table before turning his attention back to the blonde sat on his lap.

i reach for the lighter and bring it up to my mouth, giving it a flick to see the flame arise then light up the cigarette. i inhale the smoke, pulling the cigarette down to the ashtray as i look up to see a man who definitely didn't look dressed to be in a bar, standing in front of our table.

"you want something?" i lock eyes with the man who looked to be in his early thirties.

"mind if i sit?" he asks in a professional tone.

"depends what for," i shrug, putting the cigarette between my lips again.

"i'm mick rockman, an executive for hit supply records, i think it would be worth your time if you listen to what i have to offer," the man who's name i'd just learnt to be mick speaks.

by now not only i, but all the boys along with the two girls sat at the booth all had their eyes on the man.

i nod towards the empty space at the end of the booth, signalling for him to sit down which he does, "so as i just said i'm an executive for hit supply records, i've been watching heatstroke for a while now and can see a lot of potential in the four of you. how would you like a possible record deal?"

the four of us all share a shocked glance, "are fucking serious?" brett finally speaks up, saying exactly what we were all thinking.

"one hundred percent," mick nods, a crooked smile appearing on his face.

"fuck yeah!" brett drunkenly stands up in excitement, the girl on his lap falling forward.

"well here's my details," the man slides a card across the table to brett, "give me a call when you're ready."

with those last words the man stands up, walking away from the booth, leaving us all shocked and excited.

"did we seriously just get offered a fuckin' record deal?" jordan mutters in what seemed to be disbelief while taking a swig of straight vodka.

a wide smile spreads across my lips, "i think so," my hand goes up to my hair, giving it a small tug in astonishment. "anyways i'm going to get more drinks!" i exclaim as i jump up out of the booth, drunkenly stumbling away to the bar.

my dreams were starting to come true.

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just thought i'd quickly mention that the name under where is says what chapter number it is, is who's pov the chapter is in.

anyways i hope you all enjoyed the first proper kinda chapter of this story, thank you for reading <3