Prolog
You never know where life will lead
you, or who it’ll lead you to, sometimes what you imagine
your ideal life to be, couldn’t be further from the truth.
The year is
1998. The mid September sun bet down onto the parched Florida
ground as Jet looked around searching for her delinquent brother
and the rest of Covert – the rock/alternative band she was
in. They’d been around for just under 2 years, working their
way to the top of the alternative charts. It had been a long and
tiresome 2 years, full with band replacements, practicing, the
occasional second rate gig, and of course finally the big break
to play the rock and alternative capacity crowd orgy – the
Australasian “Big Day Out”, and now through it all they
were finally breaking out into the states. The day had come
though to move on from ‘Transcontinental Records’ the
label forever trying to make Covert into a softer version, or
perhaps a louder version of pop, an idea which created a wave
through the group. So there Jet was, standing alone and annoyed
outside the headquarters of “The Firm” the management
and label they were about to get signed to. She studied her watch
again, she could just kill him.
“BOO!”
a voice called startling her
“For gods
sake Jeremy grow a fucking brain. Where the hell have you been?”
she hissed placing her hands on her thin hips
“For an
18 year old you sure are a staunch bitch” he laughed
“Fuck
you. Where are the others?”
“Your bro
was on his way, passed him in the ‘shit mobile’ and I
think Seth is just pulling in now” he replied as he idly
fiddled with the eyebrow ring through his left brow.
“Seth is
here” the bleach blond announced taking a bow, as he hopped
out of his 2 door car.
“Yeah
well it’s about time” Jet replied
A rusted blue
car spluttered into the car park, the back end scraping along the
driveway in a thick cloud of smoke.
“The
‘Shit mobile’ has arrived” Jeremy clapped
The car pulled
to a halt beside the three on lookers, the door creaked open and
out stepped a tall semi beefy looking guy with below the ear dark
brown hair.
“Hey sis”
he smiled looking on at his sisters disgusted look
“Why do
you insist on driving that piece of junk?” she questioned
“It’s
a classic” he laughed
“Yeah
aha, I believe you”
“It’s
crap, crap, crap, crap Dev” Seth coughed
“Okay
enough, come on we’re already late” Jet announced
bounding through sliding glass doors.
~ AT THE SAME
TIME ~
The tall blond
yawned loudly as he ran the tips of his fingers through his ear
length hair. The discussion of salaries and albums bored him to
the degree of loosing brain cells. His mind flipped around what
he would rather be doing – boating, sitting on the beach,
playing basketball, watching TV – hell anything had to be
better than this.
“Nick are
you listening?” a southern voice questioned looking with
intent blue eyes over at him
“Huh? Oh
yeah, whatever” Nick replied oblivious to the fact the whole
room was eyeing him up.
“What Kev
said” he added, that answer usually sufficed. No response
came, so again, the blanket answer he’d given worked.
His eyes
wandered out the doorway, the thought of how quickly he could
escape this dull meeting crossed through his mind. Then SHE
walked past. Her stained black hair bouncing around her slim
shoulders, her small belly top, showing off her tanned thin
stomach laced with a belly chain and decorated with a belly
piercing. His immediate reaction was to get up and follow her,
but he sighed in the realization the room was once again focusing
their attention on him. He sunk further down in his seat, and
wished silently he was elsewhere.