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people were already entering the venue and we were on in thirty minutes. I looked out to the crowd and smiled. Oh, how I loved the sight of thousands of fans in one small area wanting to hear us play. It was fucking fantastic. Tonight, I would play like the fucking rock star I was. I loved our fans, our loyal fans post Jules. I was here for the people that were here, front and center, and who cared about me this very moment. That was all that mattered.
    With a quick shot of vodka and a fist bump from Ethan and Dex, we took the stage large and loud. We were all spot on. Rocking a stage was the best damn place to be. Nothing in the world beat its angst ridden energy. I bathed in it every time and never imagined a life without the stage.

Chapter Four
    Emily
    (Last Name in Question)
     
    The same sentence repeated itself on an endless loop as I drove my nice car back to our nice home in Wakefield.
    “Are you in love with me?” I asked. When he shook his head, something real in my chest shifted and I started at him for a long time. I couldn’t remember why I had asked him. I had already known the answer somehow. But for Michael to flat out tell me that I was not the one for him was murder. He murdered something inside of me.
    “Are you in love with me?” I asked. He shook his head. I forgot to open the garage door so accidently; I ran the car right through the door. Metal and panel started to bend and break off. Things went flying everywhere. The front of my car was dented up in a weird position.
    “Are you in love with me?” I asked. He shook his head. I needed to get the car parked in the garage in case it rained. I took the gear out of reverse and tried to drive through the door again.
    I guess I made it half way in and thought, “That should be enough.” I started in through the front door.
    “Are you in love with me?” I asked. He shook his head. I threw up all over our brand new Oriental rug. The doorbell rang and my neighbor, Jillian, was standing in the open doorway that I hadn’t closed. She was a friend. Most neighbors were after I brought them the expected and traditional pie every month. She looked horrified.
    “What’s wrong, Emily? You drove the car through the garage door and you’re sick? Have you been drinking?” she probed.
    “Are you in love with me?” I asked. He shook his head. I laughed. I wished I’d been drunk. I headed to the bar area and poured half a pint of vodka in to a glass and put a little umbrella in it for décor. Lovely.
    “Thanks for checking in. I’ll be leaving shortly. It turns out my husband had sex with half the women in the city. Perhaps on this street,” I said the latter part with suspicion. I eyed Jillian up and down and she went stock still. I took a large swill from the alcohol and coughed on its brutal force.
    “Yeah? You fucked him, too?” I asked. “Was it nice?”
    She shook her head, started to cry, and then ran out the open door. I rolled my eyes at the nice dramatics. He fucked her, too.
    “Are you in love with me?” I asked. He shook his head. I found my suitcase and looked through the caller ID to find Jules’ phone number. No such luck. If anyone could help me escape from the reckless and perverted husband I had, it would be her. She was hard core and living life. That was nice. I needed a little bit of living.
    I heard a car door slam shut and I ran into my bedroom, slamming the door shut. I knew that me calling Michael a bastard, slapping him across the face, and yelling manwhore all the way out of his office probably pissed him off. This was the first time he had ever come home before five in the afternoon. Funny how me flipping my switch would make him consider coming home to me for once.
    “Are you in love with me?” I asked. He shook his head. Fucker. He was coming after me for what? Reconciliation was out. Apologies were out. So, I sat on the floor in the corner and watched the door. I flinched when it started to jiggle.
    “Emily, please