Matt Litter used to be on top of the world -until he tripped and fell. The question is; how?
Picture this; it's the summer of 2010, and Free the Doves is one of the best-selling bands of the United States. Those five boys have the world in their hands, and with two albums and a second tour ahead, nothing can get any better. For them, this is just the beginning of success.
For twenty-two-year-old bassist and main lyricist Matt Litter, to navigate the world of fame is not as easy as it seems. It's got its advantages -loving fans, to get to make music for a living, a band composed by his three best friends and his lover-, but also a dark side -and for him, it's the press. Their lies, their behavior, journalists, paparazzi...
As fame begins to increase and his personal life begins to get in the middle, Matt finds himself trapped in a lifestyle that could confrim his biggest fear -that maybe, he wasn't made to do the thing he loves doing the most...
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10 years.
10 years of hating Griffin Taylor. Luckily for me, he lives hundreds of miles away and I very rarely have to handle the knowledge he's in town for his 48 hour visits. Some supposed best friend he turned out to be. Mum and dad would have screamed at him for hours for missing the things he did.
Though, Griffin Taylor never did care about other people's feelings. I always thought I wasn't apart of that rule. That I was different to him. His best friend. His rock.
No call. No text, no message through his mum or his brother.
Nothing. Mine and Piper's world collapsed from under us. Total strangers on the outskirts of town showed their love and support. But Griffin? He showed up 18 months later with barely a word before taking another life altering phone call. Ass.
Now, 6 years after I last had the pleasure of being in his almighty presence, Piper made the overwhelming, stupid decision to invite him to her wedding. It's fine. He'll be here for his usual 48 hours and I'll find a million things to keep me out of his way so I'll barely see him. It's fine. Not a problem. I can handle it. Piper wants him here, Piper wants her family here and I guess, with no one else, the Taylor's are family. For Piper I'll keep my thoughts to myself, I'll smile and I'll be the good Christian I am.
But as far as I care, Griffin Taylor can rot. In. Hell.