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what would happen to us now.
    Drew
    December 1982
    It was fun fucking Kat and rubbing it in Thomas’ face. He was so visibly jealous that I almost pitied him, still he went on about his business and preformed with Kat. I could tell that Kat was head over heels for me. She asked me if I loved her to, I forced myself to say yes. Everyone around me was aware that I was pretty much using her, except her. She was still so young and naive.

1983
Thomas
    April 1983
    “Kat, get out of the car,” I said to her cautiously
    In the past few months I had set aside my feelings for her to focus on the Neptune and the tour. She seemed happy enough with Drew, but behind her back, he was a monster who I hated. I wished she had been able to see it.
    “Kat, you don’t even have a license!” I shouted, hopping in besides her as she revved the engine.
    She laughed out loud as she pressed on the gas.
    “Jesus, Kat,” I shouted, holding on.
    She did a few laps around the street, then stopped and got out.
    “You’re crazy,” I murmured.
    “It’s because I’m in love,” she shouted carelessly, throwing her arms up in the air.
    I just shook my head and let her bask in her own glory, she would know soon enough.
     
    Kat
    June 1983
    Drew and I became inseparable. We slept together almost every night and some of the guys voiced jealously that they couldn’t have their wives or girlfriends on tour, did that mean I was officially Drew’s girlfriend? Looking back now I remember I have been called many names throughout my lifetime. I know I deserved the majority of them but those who did not know me or the situation I was in had no room to talk. They might call me a home wrecker, a “slut” yet they buy my CDs, listen to my old tapes and sing with me in the car. I honestly thought this feeling could last forever. How wrong was I when the truth arose? Once we parted ways from Arctic Circle , Drew didn’t contact me, he never even tried. I was so full of hope and so high on my cloud of love that nothing bothered me for the first couple of weeks, and then depression set in. I felt stupid for trusting Drew. My thought on a promise was that if one makes one, then one keeps it, especially if you love the person. Now I truly knew where I stood with Drew. After a while I realized that there was nothing I could do and gradually I did what all sixteen year old girls do, I moved on and found someone else. This someone else brought a dangerous new territory to my life which I had not encountered before.
    James
    July 1983
    Kat was moping around and depressive after the tour ended. She had been so upset over the break up with Drew that it was beginning to affect everything she did with the band.
    “Just relax, Kat,” Ian told her, “Who knows, maybe he’ll come around?”
    “You think so?” Tom said sarcastically
    Kat just stared at the two of them, “I’m glad my misery is amusement to you both,” she shouted
    “Come on, Kat did you really think that he really wanted anything to do with you other than sex?” Tom asked her Her lips pouted, “If I say yes, you’re just going to laugh.”
    Tom smiled, tossing his shaggy, dark hair out of his eyes as he went over to her. He touched her elbow and she shrugged him off.
    Ian looked over to me, “Are we practicing today or what?”
    “Yeah are we practicing today?” I asked loudly so both Kat and Thomas looked my way.
    Kat moved away from him and went to her microphone, while adjusting the scarf around it; she met my eyes and gave me a seductive smile before repositioning herself.
    “This is what I wrote,” she said, handing each of us a piece of paper with her wavy handwriting on it.
    “ Tracing Scars?” Tom asked with one brow raised.
    Kat nodded gleefully
    “I guess we can try it,” he said mournfully
    “Just start singing, Kat and I’ll follow,” I told her.
    When she began, as I played, Tom and Ian joining in, it was one of the most beautiful pieces I had heard from