Tristan + Ashley = Trash Call us cheesy, call me a brat, call him lucky, call me a winner; one thing is certain we were meant for each other. Tristan, the only one who could make me get out of bed early on a Sunday and miss breakfast. The one who made me fall in love with the pop music that he enjoyed. His passion was music and his dream came true when he joined a band; a pretty cool one. I was proud of him. Life seemed complete. The future seemed bright. I was so caught up in his world, that I strayed from my life. I did not see the signs, I ignored all pointers to our fate. He was vulnerable and fame was his bait. * Read on if you are interested, :) :)*