Curtis thought that Seth could have been the star of his own tour, playing his own music in front of large crowds, but he hated to be the center of attention. Andre didn’t like how Travis sang, and Travis didn’t like that Casey was drumming drunk, but instead of a normal argument, there were destroyed instruments, broken amps– I think I still have plastic in my hair from when Travis slammed Andre’s guitar into my keyboard. Xxnx Curtis blinked awake to the sound of whistles and applause. And for your keyboard.” Curtis dropped his hand to his side in defeat. “Did I wake you?” Seth’s sultry voice drifted into Curtis’s brain and jolted him wide awake. Tomorrow, he’d take care of them both properly. The groupies left him alone, the press could have cared less, and he still got to stand in front of an audience
