Broken Strings

Chapter One

The trees fly by fast and my eyes follow them. Until I get such a head ache that I have to stop. My house comes into view and I spot the paparazzi immediately. Greg looks back at me with a stern look and I sigh putting the cap back on.

"Hate this stupid thing." I mumble under my breath. Greg smiles and our driver laughs a little at me. I pat the back of the drivers head as a sort of thank you and then Greg is at my door dragging me through the flashing lights.

My name is shouted at me in multiple accents. The cameras seem to flash in beat with each other. The small gate on the side of the entrance to my driveway opens and we pass into my garden leaving them behind.

Greg lets go of me and we walk in silence until we reach the door. The tall red door opens before I even have time to put my hand on the doorknob. Two arms sweep me into my house and I'm smothered in a musky smell.

"They said yes!" Hayden crushes me in a hug and then proceeds to jump up and down on the spot. It didn't exactly work since his tall stature contrasted with my short height. I pinch his arm and he lets go of me.

"What are you talking about?" I ask the pouting boy. I always thought his eyes were too big for his face. It was either that or he had an exceptionally small nose and his lips were only full when he puckered them. His brown hair had a tint of red in it that I always ridicule him about.

Hayden's eyes are wider than usual and his teeth are showing from his big smile.

"The Faults are opening for us." Hayden says as if it was a good thing.

"Why? What about Cara?"

"She rang earlier. Her parents like just split up so she can't go on tour with us. She says she's sorry and she'll call you later."

"But why The Faults?" I exclaim throwing my arms in the arm.

Hayden tries to look serious but I know he is laughing at my reaction. He knows I have never liked their music.

"Eh cause they're awesome." He says and I slap him. "Just because you don't like them doesn't mean other people don't." Hayden tries to defend himself but I ignore him.

I storm upstairs to where I know the culprit would be. I don't even knock on my Dad's study, I just walk in. He looks up at me and the lines beside his eyes pinch together from his smirk.

"So I guess you heard?" He leans back in his chair that squeaks a little. He always looks like such a business man. The top button on his shirt is done and his tie is so tight around his neck it surprises me that his face isn't turning blue.

"Why would you invite them?" My hands clench at my side and I bite down hard on the inside of my mouth. A habit of mine.

"Because they are actually quite a good band." Dad's business voice scares me. He only uses it when he knows he's right and you're an idiot for even suggesting what you said.

"But are they though." Dad sighs at me as if he's dealing with a temperamental toddler. He rubs his eyes and my grip loosens a little. I always forget how much work he puts into my dream.

"They were the best I could do at such short notice. I'm truly sorry but you will have to live with it." He says his face stern. That voice means the conversations over. I nod in defeat and he nods in triumphant.

"Andre wants you in the rehearsal room as soon as possible." Dad says and walks me to the door. He gives me a slight hug at the door. I hug him back standing on the of my toes. Why are all the males in my life so tall? He closes his office door and I turn away.

"Uggghh!" I moan. Hayden and I get our first ever tour. We invite Cara a friend of ours to open for us. We had everything planned to perfection. Now it was just a mess.