Revolver Rain

Chapter One

Harper

"Ladies and gentlemen, lead singer of Revolver Rain, Harper Knight!" Seemingly on autopilot, I walked out to the host of The Here and Now, Jimmy Wilson and shook his hand before taking a seat, hearing the cheers from the live audience. I waved to the crowd once I had taken a seat and crossed one leg over the other, one of my black heeled booties jumping up and down nervously.

Once the applause died down the attention was once again directed back to me. "Let's get right into it, Harper. In the last year your band's success has known no bounds. More than a few of your songs have hit the top ten and stayed there. What's interesting though is the nature of these songs. For such a seemingly happy, young woman your music certainly takes on an angrier and sadder tone."

A few fans whooped at that. "I think our music takes on a lot of different tones. All of our songs have a different story. Not all of them are mine but, sure, when we wrote what we play now we were a bunch of kids being told we couldn't over and over again so of course our music right now is angry and sad. That doesn't mean we are angry or sad. As soon as we get back to the song writing aspect we love to hate so much I'm sure the newer music will have a different tone. Different times in our life reflect differently in our sound."

The crowd cheered at my answer, seeming to like it. My agent would be happy. 

"Okay. I'll take that. Although, I'll tell you, Harper, a number of your songs appeal to scorned women and some interviews coming from your hometown are revealing more from your past than we've known before. They say the more famous songs have to do with a very bad breakup that happened before you stepped into the spotlight. Any comment on these rumors?"

"Sure. Of course a few of my ex-boyfriends are going to come out of the wood work to attribute my success to them. I'm happy to put those rumors to rest. Our sound comes from us. We may be inspired by events in our life but it is our music and no one can take credit for that but us."

Ex boyfriendS? the monster inside of me scoffed. 

Jimmy pulled out a piece of paper, as if he hadn't rehearsed what he was going to say next a hundred times. "Some of our more credible sources say most of your songs actually stem from just one ex-boyfriend."

Busted.

"Interesting enough, he is someone we are all familiar with. Does the name Damien Lange ring any bells to you?"

A million memories jump into my head and my vision dims as the world begins to tilt and I think, my agent is going to be pissed if I faint on live television.

Damien

My arm was around Tiff, hand running patterns on her shoulder with my other hand holding the neck of my beer when Aaron changed the channel and my ex-girlfriend appeared on the TV in high fucking definition. Fate must have been having a great time today because as soon as we turned the channel my name came out of the host, Jimmy Wilson's mouth. "Does the name Damien Lange ring any bells to you?"

Taking my arm from from around Tiff, I leaned forward, putting my elbows to my knees and watching Harper's face go from the easy smile I was all too familiar with to one filled with anguish, shock, and sadness. It broke my fucking heart all over again to see that look on her face. My fists clinched involuntarily as I watched the girl who over the last year had been so well composed go completely blank. Her mouth opened and then closed, gasping at air or words I couldn't tell. Her eyes darted to the side, no doubt where her agent would be standing, as if she was looking for help. Her brows furrowed when she realized no one was saving her from this and determination set into her features. My tough girl.