We made it to L.A. a few days later, it had been a much better time after my talk and luckily the boys actually began to all get along with each other. Well, for the most part at least. I wasn't the biggest fan of the constant flirting and neither was Harry.

The bathroom situation was a nightmare and after a few days, it smelled like a disgusting man who hasn't taken a shower in months. The weed made it worse and I spent most of my time finishing up a song I wrote. The guys liked it and harry proudly showed me off to prove a point to Johnny Ramone.

Currently, I stood outside of a coffee shop, leaning against a phone booth waiting for Harry who was talking to our manager. A couple of days on the bus and I was already craving some sort of affection. I need attention and I needed it bad. He hung up the phone and walked with me towards our motel room where the guys were already getting settled in.

"What did he say?" Harry sighed.

"I don't know he seemed really fishy lately. How is it that everyone has been able to get better deals and more money and we haven't. The Ramones manager does his job right."

"How do you know?"

"I talked to one of them and they said they're actually seeing money and a lot of it compared to us." he sounded so angry, I hated how sexy I found him when he was like this.

"We should have a band meeting and talk to him. Don't do anything crazy." he didn't say anything, simply making his way to the motel.

We had shown the whole week at a variety of places in the city and up to Hollywood, Venice beach, Valencia. It was exciting to be on with so many bands, but I was more interested in seeing my friend.

And getting into Harry's pants.

"Can we have a minute alone before tonight?" he chuckled pulling me into his side.

"Need some alone time with daddy?" I rolled my eyes at his words outside of the bedroom. Of course who was I to deny the fire in my loins and the feeling of euphoria every time my husband called himself that. "Silence speaks louder than words Debra May."

I was suddenly lifted up over his shoulder and dragged upstairs to the motel room where we were interrupted by the guys in our room. "Oh shit, they were gonna fuck." Harry set me down to the old motels disgusting green colored carpet that looked like it hadn't been changed since the fifties.

I look around at the room that I would call home for the next week or so and cringed at the pungent smell of...sex? "This is a whore house," I whispered.

Pink laughed and laid on our bed. "Yeah it probably is." he agreed. "But come on, not like it's the worst place we've stayed."

I hated to admit it but he was right.

I met up with Joan the next day at the first club where we were performing. It was a very unknown place with dark Windows and a very sticky dark wood floor. The tables were still stacked on top of each other considering it wasn't even noon yet. There was a lot of bands and musicians there looking around and having a beer with the owner.

Joan was on her own and I realized it was because all of the guys took up the whole bar and didn't offer her a seat. I told her they were very rude the moment I saw her, but she told me she was used to guys being rude to her. "Blondie I missed you."

"I missed you too. I heard the album, it's great." she thanked me for that and we began talking about what we had both been up to. We obviously were working on a second album and we're hoping to have it better than the last. Her band was on tour and decided to do these shows between their actual shows.

"How's the married life?" she raised an eyebrow. I turned to look at Harry who sat with the guys talking.

"It's good, I guess I don't really think about the fact that we are married. It just feels like we're together." I looked at her and she stared at me the exact same way Harry did, intense eyes like I was the only human in the world when I spoke.

"That's good, I have to go, be safe." I nodded walking her out. Before she left she turned to me and smiled. "If I don't see you during the wildness of the shows and everything, take care alright?" I told her the same and walked back into the bar.

The show went well the first night, it was full of drunk idiots and crazy fans who lived the music and everything was great. I jumped off the stage, used to people manhandling me but I felt someone grab at my behind. I turned angry at the man and shook my head. He was older, gross and looked like he had been homeless.

"Look at that gorgeous ass." I cringed being pulled away by one of the Ramones.

"You alright?" it was Johnny.

"I'm fine now, just don't like it when I get touched!" I spoke up over the loud music. He took me aside towards a VIP section and told me if I wanted a drink. I ordered a beer and he leaned back against his chair.

"You know your man doesn't like when we talk but I just saved your ass so I think it's reasonable for us to have a conversation." he shrugged. "Only if you're comfortable."

"Only if you don't flirt with me." he agreed. "What is it that you want to talk about?"

"What the hell are you doing here blondie?" I was confused. "You have a great band and you should be out there on a real your with a real manager."

"We do have a real manager." I was very confused.

"Jules is a crook, you need to get into contact with someone who will get you gigs that pay. You have a voice and a group of guys who are talented and you need to realize that." I was very confused at his outburst but nodded I knew he was right. The songs the guys wrote, the way they played was a lot better than some of these bands.

So what was going on?

The next day I called in the guys to the room and we all at once were able to speak about Jules. "We had been talking and even one of the Ramones thinks Jules might be sneaking off with a percentage of our money." they all seemed confused.

"Wait so how would we find out?" pink asked. There was no contracts or anything between any of our deals so we just had by word of mouth.

"We should fire Jules and hire someone better," Mitch spoke up.

"Are you nuts we don't have anything under our belt to be able to get a new manager." Harry shook his head. "We should talk to him first."

"Obviously he's not going to tell you if he's stealing from us dude, he's going to lie and make us think we're wrong." Harry looked frustrated. "You're not the boss and we should all have a say."

"I never said I was the boss but I want what's best for all of us." Even though Harry and Mitch had made up, there was always some tension between them."Deb? Say something." I hated being the voice of reason.

"Harry's right." Harry had a smirk on his face but I shook my head. "But so is Mitch." they all looked at me. "We can't just get a new manager during the tour." I agreed with Harry. "But we should call Jules and tell him he should be here with us. Until then, we should look into how much everyone is making for the shows."

"Fine but I get to hire the son of a bitch if he's stealing from us," Mitch told me. They agreed and we all separated to go to our rooms.

Why do I feel like this is going to be the beginning of a shit show?

Thanks for reading. Xx

-k