- Hey, listen , guys, some man from MySpace Records wrote to us! He wants to release our album! - Jorel was very excited.

- It's fucking great! Write off him! - said Dylan.

- Wait a second. He wrote that as soon as we have finished material, we have to pop in to headquarters and discuss the details. And we have barely three cuts, we must first record it.

- Good talking, pour him - said Da Kurlzz.

- Gentlemen, so here is opening for us the road to a successful career - said Charlie, grinning at the thought of the future.

Stephanie's P.O.V

It was a great day. Today the guys began recording the disc. Without any try, stumbles or repetition. They wanted just enter the studio, record the song and take the disc to the record company. Now or never. Sink or swim.

Stephanie from morning was sitting at the college. She was counting hours to returning home and assessing the effects of band work. Jorel promised her that she will be the first person listening to the album.

In between one lecture and the second she met with Mary, who at the same university was studying law. The girls went for lunch, gosipping and exchanging experiences from the early days of studying at UCLA.

- I met a wonderful guy,  he is on the third year, handsome, tall, blond with blue eyes - Mary was admiring, eating her apple pie.

- The blond with blue eyes? The worst combination. Bright eyes the best fit with dark hair.

- You'll admit me right when you'll meet him.

- What is his name? - Stephanie looked at the phone display. She had one message.

- Andrew. And he invited me for coffee on Friday.

- Yay! That's great! You definitely need to tell me everything later.

- Got it. And what about Aron? Is everything good between both of you? - Mary was trying to sound neutral. She knew how Steph is sensitive to this issue, so blonde did not want to upset her.

- We're ok. I just got the news that half of work is done.

- Have they found some record company?

- Jorel mentioned something yesterday, but I did not listen too closely. It seems to me that someone contacted him on the matter.

So passed them almost the entire break, Mary had to go back before so Stephanie last twenty minutes spent on campus, enjoying the beautiful weather. She have another two hours of classes: literature and history.

Jorel's P.O.V

- Deuce if there is something you don't like, you can close this door on the other side - Charlie pointed to the exit from the studio.

- Get off me, man. Why you alwasy jacking me around?

Dylan once again today sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. He could not really believed that this moron is his friend.

- Because you're the only who always have a problem. Get in there, get that fucking text and sing it.

- But it doesn't sit right with me!

- Why? - Jorel tried to be calm.

- Because ... Because doesn't suit me. Moreover, it is too short. I want more text, or I won't sing.

He was trying. Really.

- Okay, okay. So write something that will suit you - proposed J-Dog.

- I? Why me? How do you thinking that I'll just sit down and write those lyrics like right now?

At this point his efforts were in vain.

- BECAUSE I'VE HEARD THAT YOU HAVE THE BIGGEST CONTRIBUTION IN CREATING THIS FUCKIN' BAND! - He roared, so that the window panes began to twitch.

- Hey, J, calm down - Charlie said, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder. - Aron, you dickwad. You walk in and record it, or get the fuck out of here and never come back. Do I make myself clear?

Deuce dug his murderous look at Charlie. Charlie respond in the same way. For a split second it seemed that boys will jump at each other's throats. Deuce let go first, he took a sheet of paper with text and entered the room. He put on headphones and signaled to J-Dog that he is ready.

- Lil bit longer and I'll smash his head on the keyboard - Funny Man said, staring at Aron.

- I don't know what the fuck he's doing, but that goes all expectations - said Matthew, playing with his phone.

- How so forth will, then Hollywood will go into oblivion - Johnny did not hide his displeasure.

- Relax, everythin is under control - said J, moving the sliders up and down.

A moment later, Deuce joined the rest.

- Satisfied? - He asked, and without asking for permission, he came out.

Shortly after that Stephanie showed up. She was straight from the university, carrying a pile of books. Despite the fatigue she looked good. Her light blue sweater highlited dark eyes.

- Why you didn't call? I would come after you - said George, looking pointedly at the heavy books.

- What happened to him? - The girl said, pointing to the door. - He didn't spoke to me even a word.

- Deuce is Deuce - Matt replied.

Stephanie winced and took a seat next to Jorel.

Stephanie's P.O.V

She didn't know what to think about all this stuff. She had tried many ways, but none resulted. Aron don't want listen to her. Steph thought that since he was one of the founders of the band, actually he cares and wants to do something. Meanwhile, every day he put the chill on it. Brunette had no words that would reach to him. He didn't even tried to listen to her. When she started complaining about his behaviour, he end shouting on her, or go out, slamming the door. Stephanie felt helpless. She saw how hard is that for Jorel and the rest. She wanted to help them, and at the same time she did not want to lose Deuce. She found herself between a rock and a hard place.

Dylan, Matt, George, Jordon and Jorel have seen her pain. At the university she keep getting more and more to study, meanwhile she tried to visited his father, who still couldn't managed to be nice to her. They strongly tried to force Aron to take a grip. They begged, implored, threatened, but the result was always the same. Instead of better, it was getting worse - the more they tried to persuade something to him, the more Aron himself denied it.

Stephanie saw how much Jorel sweat. The rest of the team pressured him to made a decision on the matter. Slowly they started to talk about digging Aron from the band, which for her was unthinkable. The final judgement, however, had J as the second of the founders.

The boys were during recording guitar parts. Stephanie listened to them while writing an essay based on reading "Wuthering Heights". She quickly resigned from this, she asked Matt to take her stuff as they will go home and she left with the intention of speaking with Aron.

The apartment was empty. Steph took out the phone, but she don't count on that the boy will answer. She was surprised to hear his voice on the line.

- What?

- Where are you?

- You don't give a shit 'bout it.

- We need to talk - she said, trying to sound calmly.

- I don't want to. I'm busy.

- When are you going back?

- I don't know. Maybe tomorrow.

- Aron, please. I hate it when you treat me like that. I am waiting in your apartment. You have one hour, otherwise it's the end of us.

She didn't want to say it, but she had no choice. She felt lousy, blackmailing him. On the other hand, somewhere in her heart she wanted to know if he cares.

Fifty-six minutes later, she saw a familiar face at the door. Throughout this time she sat rigidly, not daring to move. Now relieved, she slowly changed her position on the couch.

- You - she said, smiling.

- What the fuck is it supposed to be? - Aron asked furiously.

Stephanie knew exactly how to deal with an aggressive man. She noted that he was drunk. As usual.

- I wanted to talk to you about your behavior - brunette stared at him unmoved. - Can you tell me what's going on? You know how it is important for everyone. The album is recording, and you're acting like a five-year punk. Aron, you are the founder of Hollywood, so why you suddenly stopped caring about it?

Deuce crossed his arms over his chest. He stood in silence.

- This is a great opportunity for you, the kind of music you guys play is not yet popular, so this fact alone is a huge plus for you. You cannot screw up, you hear me?!

Stephanie got up and stood in front of Aron. She was shorter than him, so she had to mess with her head to look at him.

- Say something - she said. - Fuck, Deuce, think about som...

Her cheek blazed with fire. Instinctively she covered it with his hand, looking at Aron in disbelief. His nostrils were wildly waving, lips were pursed in a thin line.

- Don't.you.ever.speek.to.me.in.that.tone. - he drawled. Aron smelled of alcohol, cigarettes and cheap perfume.

Steph nodded slowly.

- Okey. You can be sure that in the near future I will not talk to you- she said softly, and then she left the apartament, leaving him alone himself.

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