Kady's POV

"Tampa, you guys have been the best mother fucking crowd," I said into the mic as I walked along the skirt of the stage.

Tonight I was wore a short black leather skirt, fish net stockings, knee high leather boots, a teal v cut shirt, and my 3/4 sleeve leather jacket. It was fucking 100 degrees under these lights and I was sweating monkey balls. My hair was sticking to the back of my neck and I knew that if I stopped moving I would pass out on the stage from heat stroke and exhaustion.

"But it's hot...and the heat turns me into a wild child monster," I said with wicked smirk pulling at my lips.
"Are you referring to your skills between the sheets or your attitude when you first wake up in the morning?" Gunnar chuckled into his mic, gaining a huge roar of satisfaction from the crowd. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Caleb throw his best friend a dirty look. Great, the bastard hadn't got the hint and was still treating me like a child.

I hold my hands up in the air and motion for the crowd to quiet down. "So you want to know how Violet Rouge likes it between the sheets, you sick bastards?" I asked, looking towards Caleb as the crows roared again. "I like hard, deep, and with a good tempo, hit it Steal!" I said, pointing toward Marley to start out hit song 'Monster'.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I just wanted to know how to calm the savage beast that we encounter ever fucking morning!" Gunnar laughed, as they started to play.

In one swift motion, I jump up on the riser and held my mic close to my lips. "Coffee....lots of mother fucking coffee. I like it black and hot..." I moved across the stage risers as my band played the intro. "The secret side of me I never let you see. I keep it caged but I can't control it. So stay away from me, the beast is ugly. I feel the rage and I just can't hold it!" I sang, hearing the crowd sing back with me. This was the best feeling in the world!

As I continued to sing, my eyes wandered toward the side of the stage. There was that bastard, Synyster Gates, standing and talking with Ryn and Larry, who were shaking their head and looking concerned. What the fuck was he doing? Gates had been sickly sweet to me since I had kicked him out of my hotel room last week. I wasn't sure what he was playing at but I knew I needed to stay away from him. I couldn't let myself fall for him again.

I shook my head, as we continued through the song, rhythmically strumming on my guitar that had magically appeared on my neck thanks to my tech. "I hate what I've become! The nightmare's just begun! I must confess that I feel like a monster."

Before I knew it, we were in the last line of the song. Man it felt good just to jam and have fun on stage with my band again.This is why we got into this business in the first place. "I-I feel like a monster!" I screamed the last lyrics before the crowd erupted in cheers again. "Thank you Tampa, good night!" I gave a bow and headed toward the side of the stage toward the little posy that were still clucking away.

I slowly made my way toward my rig to grab a water bottle and to eaves drop. Opening the bottle, I downed half of it in my first sip. Damn, it was hot and my world was spinning. I sank down to the hard concrete floor and poured the second bottle over my head as I listened, only finding temporary relief. Before I could stop myself, I climbed in and sat on the bottom shelf of my rig, the cool metal acting as a welcome distraction the the blistering heat.

"Look, I'm sorry, Brian, but that's a horrible idea. We both know what happens when you go to the press with your personal life. Just talk to her first," Larry said, running his hands over his face.

"Don't you think I've fucking tried that already?" Gates hissed, his jaw clenched.

"You know she's not one for that openly telling everyone her feelings," Ryn warned with a sympathetic look. Wait a minute, who the fuck was this 'she' they were talking about? They better not be talking about me. I'd kill that son of a bitch. "Making your...erm...situation public is only going to piss her off more and make her pull further away."

"Just be yourself and stay away from any drastic moves to the press. That's not the way to win her over," Larry sighed. "Because as your manager, I can't let you do that to your careers. Any sign of weakness or rumor of a relationship and the press is going to be all over both of you."

"So chew up that idea and grill it buddy, not gonna happen," Ryn said sympathetically patting his shoulder. "You've got to charm the pants off her, not tell the whole fucking world you like her. That's suicide. Just be yourself and give her time. She's angry and hurt but if I know my girl, she'll come around."

So those bastards were talking about me. Gates wanted me back and was willing to go to the extreme of telling the press his feeling for me? Did I hear that right? Nah, only a crazy fuck would go to the press to profess their love for someone who hated their guts. But I had to admit, there was something romantically sexy about him throwing everything away for me. Was he really that sorry?

I put my head in my hands after lighting a smoke. Fuck, just when I thought I could be over him, he crawls right back in. Damn it, why did I have to care about him? I didn't want to forgive him! I wanted him to pay for what he did to me but I couldn't stay mad at him. I fucking loved him. Yeah, that's right, the big L word. I took in a deep drag, feeling that sweet nicotine flood my body. I knew I was screwed.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing in there?" I looked up to see the dimple king looking down at me with a cocky smirk. Great, just who I wanted to chat with, fucking Sanders.

"Hiding from the heartbreak kid and his new master plan to try and win me over," I huffed, blowing out a cloud of smoke. Matt kneeled down next to me chuckled, looking between me and his douche bag best friend.

"You mean Gates?" No, I was talking about the Queen of England and her new pumps. Of course I'm fucking talking about Gates! I know all of you assholes gossip like girls about each other's personal lives, or did you forget I was on the bus with you for weeks? "He's harmless and you should really easy up on him." I rolled my eyes, taking another drag.

"And you should really mind your own business," I shot back as I struggled to get out of the rig. Dimples smiled at me and watched me struggle before he offered me his hand. Why was he here anyway? Avenged played first tonight so he and the other blockheads should have been well on their way to drinking themselves into a coma.

"Look, I don't know what happened between you two but I do know Gates likes you," Matt said quickly as I found my balance in these damned shoes. I honestly wasn't sure how I made it through the show because my feet were killing me. "I've never seen him try and win somebody over before so you must be something special."

"And you must need your hearing checked, Sanders." I scoffed. "Mind your own damn business." I turned away from him only to trip over a wire and stumble forward into my rig. I felt two large firm arms pull me back up to my feet with a chuckle. "Been hitting the booze?"

"Not yet, but I have a date with three of my favorite men, Jameson, Jose, and Jack," I smirked, creating another black cloud. This smoking shit was going to be the death of me. "What do you really want, Sanders?" I asked, cutting to the chase since he obviously wasn't going anywhere.

"What can't a guy come check on one of this friend and tell her she killed the show tonight?" Matt said with a charming smile.

I scoffed. "No," I huffed, my cigarette hanging between my lips. As I looked him up and down, he kept staring at me with that ridiculous smile. I rolled my eyes and turned toward the exit. I was done with this shit and needed a drink.

"Okay, okay fine," Matt sighed, racing after me. "I came to ask you if you'd consider coming over to our bus for a party tonight and maybe...possibly consider talking to Haner."

"What, he can't grow some balls and come ask me himself? Surprise, surprise," I chuckled, throwing my cigarette butt and stomping it out with my boots.

"Come on, Kad, would you have given him the time of day if he had?" Matt was suddenly in front of me, staring me down with his baby blues.

"Fuck no," I hissed as I stepped around him and headed toward the bus.

"Well what do you say then? Will you at least come over for a drink and consider my other request?" There he was again, blocking my way. I was about fucking sick of this. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose, my foot tapping. "Just give him five minutes. I promise you won't be sorry."

"Fine! If I decide to come to have a drink and give Haner two minutes of my time, will you stop following me and leave me the fuck alone?" I hissed with narrow eyes.

Suddenly I was flying through the air in a circle."Put me down asshole!" I screamed down at the jolly green giant. Fuck, did Matt and Jimmy trade brains today?

"You won't be sorry Kad. You won't be sorry!" Matt laughed as he set me back down on the ground and sprinted away.

I raised my brow, watching him go. "What the hell was that?"

"Was just asking myself the same question..."

Notes

So what is Matt planning? And who was wondering the same thing as Kady? Is she starting to let up on. Brian?