I stood outside of the Hard Rock with a cigarette in my hand. I cannot believe I'm about to put myself through this hell. Having to say that I was wrong and then having to talk about why is the last thing I ever wanted to do.

Music was already blaring out of the doors of the venue. I finished smoking my cigarette before I went inside. I made my way around the crowd and the lines at the merch table to get to the stairs to the balcony. There was a tattooed guy standing at the door that leads backstage, so I assumed he was who I should talk to.

"Hey, I'm Kenzie. Ben's expecting me," I told him, nervously running my fingers through my hair.

"Okay," He said picking up a clipboard from off of the wall. "What did you say your name was?"

"Kenzie," I yelled over the blaring music.

The guy shook his head, "There's no Kenzie on here, sorry."

"Why don't you try Jenna," a voice chimed in from behind me. Of course it would be Ben. We had this funny way of finding each other even if there are hundreds of people in the room. "She's fine, Connor."

Connor unhooked the chain blocking the entrance.

"Go ahead," Ben said, halfway shoving me through the door. "You have fucking fantastic timing, you know that? We're about to go on."

"Oh I'm sorry, Sir Ben. I didn't know I was on a schedule," I told him condescendingly.

"It's common fucking sense Kenzie." He exaggerated my real name. "Oh, I forgot you don't have any of that!"

We were walking through a crowd of people and Ben, being Ben and not giving a single fuck, was yelling at me. He opened a door to a staircase and walked down the first flight of stairs, then stopped and looked at me.

"You fucked up my entire holiday, you could at least have the fucking brains to get here before the show started," He said harshly, beginning to walk down the stairs again with me following behind him.

I went into defense mode, "It wasn't all my fault, Ben! You blame me all the god damn time and yeah, I played a huge part in fucking everything up, but you never admit to any of it being your fault, which is total bullshit!"

"But, you fucking lied." Ben swung the door open and stormed out. I followed him, exasperated already.

Little did I know, the door led to the side of the stage. A tech was handing Ben his guitar and I looked around to see the entire band getting ready to go on stage.

"Look what the slag dragged in," Danny teased. "It's 'Jenna-Makenzie'!"

Ben still looked pissed. "Hey Danny," I said shaking my head at his dumb joke.

"Did Ben tell you about the surprise we came up with for you?" James asked as he walked past me, shirtless as always.

"Are you gonna stone me or something?" I asked with my eyebrow raised. "Take me into a back alley and beat me?"

"Actually I kind of like the stoning idea," Danny said in an overexcited manner. "Too bad you're not on our side of this. You've got some good ideas, Jenna-Makenzie."

"Danny, seriously! What's the surprise?" I whined.

"You'll see," Cameron said looking mischievous.

They all started walking to the stage entrance. "Stay here," Ben said before running onto the stage.

I saw Danny grab the mic. "How the fuck are you Seattle?" The crowd screamed back in return and some people started pushing forward. "Tonight we have a very special surprise for you guys!"

I hope that this isn't the same surprise that they were telling me about.

"We're going to fuck you all after the show!" Ben chimed in. The crowd shrieked and pushed closer toward the stage.

"God damnit, Ben! Only the girls over eighteen!" Danny said throwing his water bottle at Ben.

Ben dodged the water bottle, "I'll take the boys too!" There was a collective laugh and some male voices cheering.

"Shut the fuck up! I'm fucking talking!" Danny said pretending to be angry with Ben. "Now, to the surprise. Who knows a little song called Not the American Average?" Before Danny could say "Not", the crowd went wild. "Well, who would like to meet the girl who inspired the song?" The crowd immediately started freaking out.

You have to be fucking kidding me. Hey, if they want me to go out there, I have no shame. I really don't care what people think and honestly, it's my favorite song! So what the hell, why not? I’m sure the crowd is going to love me anyways. Who wouldn’t love a girl that fucked like a whore?

"Come on out! I know you're gonna love it!" Danny screamed over the crowd, gesturing me onstage. I shuffled my hair around and put on a smile. He walked over to me and put his arm around my shoulder, “So, what was your name?” I laughed, of course the audience thought he was referring to his famous comment of how he hates when girls tell him their name before sex, but all of us onstage knew what he really meant.

I bit my lip and shrugged before answering into the mic, “Does it matter?”

“My kind of woman,” Danny screamed to the crowd.

“Wait a second,” Ben said calming down the crowd. “I think it was ‘Stupid Fucking Bitch’ or something like that.” The crowd laughed and cheered.

I fake smiled at Ben and started walking toward him, ready to tear his throat out. We’ve fought before, although he’s never hit me. It mostly consisted of me trying to kill Ben and him dragging me around the room by my ankles. He knew I was going after him so he flipped his guitar over his back.

Ben grabbed his microphone, “You know I like ‘em when they’re pissed off.”

Danny grabbed my arm, “The meaner, the better.” Ben flipped his guitar back over and the intro started playing. Everyone except Danny and I (and of course James) stood up on the risers, hyping the crowd up.

Everyone jumped down and Danny stepped on, “Come on, baby, keep it down. Honey, hush your lips. Clothes trailing from the backdoor to the bedroom and I don't even know your name. Give me all you've got. Make this night worth my time, make this worth my time! What would I do to live this night again?” He stepped off the riser, walked over to me, wrapped all of my hair around his fist, and screamed into my face, “I knew when I first saw you, you’d fuck like a whore, you’d fuck like a whore!” I smiled while he pulled my hair and sang along, “Hope they hear you scream for more!”

Danny sat me on James’ bass drum while he sang the chorus. I figured that if I’m onstage, I might as well have fun. I straddled the drum so I was facing James and I swung my hair around in circles and winked at him. James laughed and wiggled his eyebrows at me.

The next thing I know, Danny is lifting me off of the drum, “The things that I could do! Back to the wall with a drink in my hand!” He literally pushed me onto my knees. Personally, I thought it was hilarious. I saw a tech bring a chair out in front of Ben’s mic. During the instrumental Danny picked me up and sat me in the chair. I tried to get away, but Danny sat behind the chair so he could hold me down. Ben stepped to the microphone and it was like I was in a nightmare. He looked straight at me while he sang.

“One step too late and I never told you that I can't take another disappointment. Breathing and grasping all leads to another messy ending. Breathing and grasping all leads to another messy ending.” Though my heart was in my stomach, I smiled at him. The bass kicked in and Danny and Ben were picking me up by my hands and feet.

“Fucking quit, you guys! I’m gonna kick your asses!” I squealed as they swung me back and forth.

Cameron and Sam stood on the risers and pointed out to the crowd for them all to scream “Ten inch!” then Ben and Danny tossed me into the crowd. I’m so glad I wore pants today; on the other hand, this tank top isn’t taking too well to the situation. The crowd tossed me around until Danny waved for the crowd to bring me back in.

Security lifted me back onstage just in time for Danny to be screaming “You stupid fucking bitch!” The crowd chanted along with him. I laughed while Danny had his hand on my shoulder.

At the end, Ben stuck his middle finger up at me and said Danny’s usual line, “Fucking bitch.”

Of course to prove what a bitch I am, I ran up to him and kissed him on the cheek.

“Everyone give it up!” Danny yelled pointing at me. “Thank you, she-who-must-not-be-named. You’ve been a wonderful whore; now get the fuck off the stage.”

I did like he said, but I waved goodbye to the crowd and kissed the rest of the band before walking off. Well… that was fun.

Notes

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The next chapter is where the story really starts and you begin to find out what happened to Ben and Kenzie :)
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