- So, guys, we got it. Here's our album.

J got up from the computer, smiling and showing the boys freshly burned CD.

- Fucking finally. Now we need to catch this guy from MySpace and we can go drink for the first earned money.

An hour later boys were sitting in a recording studio. President of MySpace Records, Tom Anderson sat with a thoughtful expression.

When the last song from the album had passed, everyone looked at him expectantly.

- Well, cool, cool, really, you have ... something - Anderson said, standing up. - But ... too much profanity. Definitely. Our music goes mainly to young people, we do not want to give them a bad example. We will prepare a censored version and ...

- Wait a minute - Charlie interrupted - if you will censore it, these songs would lose the whole point!

- You might as well write everything from scratch - added J3T.

- Look, you rewrite it in mild way, or unfortunately, nothing will be out of our cooperation.

Jorel stood up.

- We'll think about it - he said briefly, then he left.

The rest followed him.

- You seriously want to think about anything?

- Of course not. We'll find another label.

Jorel did not care. He knew that they are good. Finally, someone will appreciate them, and then the world will be open for them. It's just a matter of time.

Stephanie's P.O.V

At the university they didn't give a moment of respite. Steph never thought about how difficult can studies be. Everyday she returned to the house with lot's of textbooks. Annoyingly, Deuce still wanted to go somewhere with her. Right now, when she really can't.

- Aron, I can't, I have an essay on the history of literature, I can't write it in an hour. Understand it, please - Steph pressed her phone to her ear with arm while reviewing the notes. She was lying on the bed in her room, surrounded by milion of papers.

Deuce couldn't resist and started to yell at her. Steph sighed and hung up. Nothing else was left to do.

She heard a soft knock. Jorel poked his head inside her room.

- You hungry? You are sitting here since you came back from college. A lil bit longer and I won't see you ever again - he said with mock reproach.

- Oh, no, I beg you, not you too - sighed the girl, raising up  her elbows.

- Something is wrong?

- Aron still has to blame me, because I didn't have time for him. But, as you can see - Steph pointed to the surrounding her books - I'm helpless.

- I remind you that he hadn't had any time for you - Jorel raised his eyebrows.

- I know, but it does not make me feel better. I feel guilty.

J came over and sat down next to Stephanie. Brunette rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Jorel stroked her hair, hugging to them his cheek.

- It will be fine. If he love you, he'll wait. He must understand the fact that he didn't want to teach doesn't mean that you have to give up the chance for a better future. Do not let him manipulate you. If our career doesn't work out, he will not be able to keep you - Decker patted her shoulder. - Now come get something to eat, because soon you will fall from hunger.

- But I do eat - girl protested.

- Coffee and pretzels eaten on the run is not food.

- Yes, this is the food! - Steph protested with a laugh and went downstairs with him.

- Congratulations. You have been officially admitted into the ranks of Octon Records - said David Boxenbaum, label's general manager. - Your album will soon see the daylight. I predict you a successful career, gentlemen.

The boys were overjoyed. Jorel called Steph to give her the good news. They met with her on the town, to properly celebrate their first success.

- A toast for us and for our future career of fucking rap core stars - Charlie said, lifting up a pint of beer.

- Yes, for us and for this dickhead Deuce, who isn't with us as always - Funny looked at talking on the phone Steph and shook his head.

Moments later, the girl joined them.

- And what?

- He won't come. He yelled at me that I have no time for him, but for all of you already so - she said, sinking into a chair.

- Don't worry about him. You have us - Johnny grinned, then hug her amiably.

Stephanie smiled.

- Congratulations, boys. I am proud of you like no one else.

- Aron, stop acting like a five year old! You are fucking adult! Talk to me right now!

Stephanie lost her patience. They were in Aron's apartment. Steph came to him shortly after the meeting with the guys at the bar. She could not forgive him that he didn't show up.

- You should come, even for the sake of the boys! Of your friends! You create a band, you can not just stand them up forever!

Aron wasn't even looking at her. He was walking between the kitchen and living room, looking for something passionately. Steph grabbed his shoulder when he passed her for the sixth time.

- Fuck you - snapped Deuce, and continued journey.

The girl looked at him and hope for any compromise comepletly left her.

- Why are you doing this to me..? - She asked quietly, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes. She hated herself for it. Fucking weakness, which she could not shake off. She cried of almost everything: hit cat on the street, death in the film, drenched exam. She was the queen of weepers from around the world. Now also her emotions prevail over common sense. - Aron, I love you. I don't want our relationship look like this. I care about you.

- Really? - he said, not looking in her direction.

- You know what? I've had enough. I fought, I tried. I endured your behaviour , betrayal, lies, but t's the end of it. I deserve happiness too. And if you don't want to give it to me, than okay. But I promise you that you'll miss me - Stephanie went out, slamming the door loudly and leaving Aron with a look of astonishment on his face.

Back home was mercilessly dragging on. She had no willingness to do anything. On the one hand, she felt that she had done properly, that the boys will support her in that decision. Steph was finally free, no longer have to struggle in an abusive relationship in which only she was giving something. She should therefore be happy. So why she wasn't?

A cold wind whipped at her face. She wiped a handkerchief flowing make-up, took a few deep breaths. She had to pull herself together. Everything will be fine.

Barely she walked threshold of the house and then crashed into tears. Jorel immediately appeared next to her.

- Hey, baby, what is it? - He asked, closing her in a hug.

Stephanie was unable to utter a word, her body was shaken by spasms that she could not control.They stood there for a good twenty minutes, until finally Steph raised anguished eyes.

- I broke up with Aron - she said quietly.

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