I bit down on my lip softly as i stared at the man before me on stage. He was pretty fucking tall, but that didn't really catch my attention, it was his voice.

It's always awkward seeing your ex again. But it's worse when you hear his voice almost every time you turn on the radio (even at the station you work at), see his music videos every time you turn it to Vh1 or MTV, or see a shirt, cd or anything else affiliated with him everyday. But what do you expect when your ex, your first love and high school sweetheart, is none other than Julian Casablancas?

The sequel to Chances. Enjoy!

Fabrizio Moretti

This is a Julian Casablancas Fan Fiction. Please vote and comment if you like it, and enjoy the sequel.