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make sure that she knew her guilt trip was lost on me. “You happened to me,
Mom. I’m a product of your raising.” She started crying again. I didn’t give a
shit. It wasn’t my fucking problem. I had my own crap to worry about.
    Their surprise visit had pissed me off so bad that
now I was all amped up and I couldn’t fucking concentrate. I opened the fridge
and was at least happy to see I had a couple of beers left. Other than a lime
and something that I think used to be cheese, that was all that was in there. I
grabbed one and twisted off the top, drinking half of it in that one big gulp.
I fucking hate that I’ m related to those losers. I took another long swig off
the beer and then tried to refocus on the music I’d been writing before I was
so rudely interrupted.
    I sat down on the barstool and picked up my guitar.
I played a few notes of what I already wrote but my head just couldn’t let all
the crap with the parental units go. I got it in my head then that maybe I
should write a song about that. Maybe it would be cathartic to release some of
the anger and frustration I felt towards them in a song.
    I started writing and within a half an hour, I had
written the most dark, depressing song in history. I set it to the melody of
another song I’d written not too long ago and I sat there, alone in my crappy
apartment and sang the song I’d written about my crappy life. When I finished
it, I was more depressed than before I started. I always tried to tell those
freaking stupid therapists in rehab that talking about depressing shit didn’t
help. It didn’t change anything and it only served to remind me of what a
crappy hand I was dealt. They used to tell me that it would destroy me if I
kept it inside. I always thought it was a bunch of bullshit and this is proof
as far as I’m concerned.
    It took another beer a few good hits off the bong
and another hour to get my head back where it needed to be. I tried to put the
parents back where they belonged…at the bottom of the shit pile in my brain and
I set about finishing what was important…my song for round three.

 
    CHAPTER
SIX
    ELLY
    Tristan actually acted somewhat normal today while
he was in the contestant waiting room. He didn’t touch me or kiss me. He
actually barely acknowledged me. He said hello and talked to a few of the other
guys before finding a quiet spot in the back of the room and going over his
sheet music. I did my best to not look over at him every two minutes, but it
was hard. He looked really good. He’d showered and worn a black muscle T that
showed off his tat’s with a pair of jeans that showed off the rest of his
assets. His hair was clean and styled and he had just a spattering of a five
o’clock shadow that looked really hot. I couldn’t help thinking about the sex
in the janitor’s closet. My belly was full of butterflies and my pulse raced
and I felt tingly between my legs when I remembered how he felt….
    “Earth to Elly!” It was Keith. He’d been trying to
get my attention, I guess. Tristan is finally behaving and I’m going to act
stupid and screw it up.
    “Yeah, sorry Keith, I was deep in thought.”
    “I can see that,” he said. “Hey Jake called the
trailer and he said to ask you if you can come see him when you get here
tomorrow morning.”
    “Yeah, sure…thanks.” I wondered if Jake was going to
offer me the production job when the top ten went on tour. I’d all but decided
that if he did, I was going to take it.
    “You okay, Elly?”
    “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks, Keith.” He looked like he
wasn’t ready to let it go, but the stage manager’s voice floated through my
earpiece…
    “We’re ready for Tristan,” she said.
    I stood up and told Keith, “I have to get back to
work.”
    “Okay, Elly. Let me know if you need to talk.” I
smiled at him; it was nice of him to worry but Keith and I were definitely not
close enough to talk about what was worrying me.
    “I will thank you.” I told