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Date Posted: 00:16:19 02/05/06 Sun
Author: Gavin
Subject: Fell to pieces, and I'm still falling

He wasn't due back from LA until the end of the weekend, but he was all but kicked out of the city but the very guys who he had always been able to count on to support him through all of his decisions. When had had flown in last Monday, he had been excited and relieved just to be back working - with the tour starting in just a few weeks, they were rehearsing steadily and tweaking a couple songs to make sure that everything was completely ready to go. He had known immediately though that something was up the very moment that he laid eyes on his bandmates, but it had been all business for most of the week - until it was just the four of them last night, hanging out at the studio, eating take-out chinese and catching up, and the boys chose that moment to stage their own sort of intervention. Their ultimatum was simply: Clean up, or quit the band. After being together, through all sorts of drama, for so many years now, he could hardly believe that these guys were doing this to him. He had been so shocked, and angry, and frustrated that he had demanded a ticket on the first flight back here the next morning, and after spending the rest of the night in his hotel room trying to figure out how this had happened, then sitting on the plane for a couple hours, and then in the taxi, he now arrived at her door with absolutely no clarity. He had never expected this from his boys, or from anyone for that matter, and he was confused, and mad, and, in all honesty, a little scared. He was nothing without the band, and he had nothing without it - though Bianca was the most important thing to him in the whole world, he needed the structure and the motivation and the drive to keep succeeding that the band provided. Brows furrowed deeply, he exhaled slowly before knocking softly at her door and pushing in - dropping his bag just inside and kicking off his shoes as he called out. "Bianca?"

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