It took many a sleepless night full of coffee, and mindless chatter to fall for you. {lovely cover credited to the HunterMay18}

"One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." - Bob Marley Life for Lacey Carson hasn't been a straight road into paradise. Struggling with the death of her mother, her abusive step-father, and love for music and freedom, she's torn about who she really is, and who she's become. Growing up with a natural talent for drumming, rhythms, and beats; Lacey and her faithful drum sticks can't ever be divided. So when a national competition for a battle of the bands is announced; the reward for the winning band being a grand prize of a million dollars, a ticket to the number one recording studio in England, and being signed into one of the hottest record labels in the world, Lacey knew that it was fate. All she needed was a band to play with... But indifferent, apathetic, and cold to the rest of the world, will she be able to find a group who she could trust and befriend? Fall in love with a not-so-mysterious stranger who may or may not have feelings for her too? Discover her own true self tangled in between a web of lies? Or is it all simply just a decoy?

❝we are all searching for someone whose demons will play well with ours.❞ quiet rituals and even quieter conversations; a collectanea. (© promethean 2013; cover by promethean)

Being in love with your best friend is one of the most enduring things you can go though.

He was bad. Bad to the bone. But somehow good for me. Sure, I got good grades, had upstanding morals, respectable friends, a nice home, and played on a varsity team. Yeah, I had a mom who cared-- well sorta, and a dad who might've, if he had stuck around. Yes, for the most part, I was you're average, good, teenaged girl. But everyone needs a little bad right? A little mystery? A little guidance? And that was Zion. Shrouded in mystery, and the wonderful earthy smell of man, endowed with raven hair and nice biceps, Zion was my ticket to a new life. He represented everything I wanted-- and needed. How'd I know? Because he told me, "I know your secret-- jumper." bangin' cover by velleite