*Carry On*

Brian's POV

"Where the hell is he? I swear I'm going to kill him for missing that press interview!"

Ugh, who the hell was yelling this early in the morning and why were they in my house? I rolled over in my king sized bed, my arm searching for the warm body next to me. I was disappointed to find my bed empty. Fuck, I could of swore I brought home that blonde last night...what was her name? Britany? Alexis? Eh, what did I care anyway? I wasn't looking for anything serious, just a hookup.

"Matt calm down, we sent Johnny and Brian is sleeping," said another voice trying to ease the situation. "He had a rough night. I had to bail him out of jail at four this morning and he was too drunk to remember what happened. It's better that he didn't go."

I rolled over in my bed again, pulling the pillow over my head. Why were they so loud? I just wanted to sleep, not to be scolded and told that I needed a baby sitter. That's why I took Jimmy out with me last night. Damn him and the shot challenge. I always won but it fucked me up every time. The last thing I remembered was making out with the blonde with big tits.

"Don't stick up for him, Zack." Damn it I could still hear him from under the pillow. "He is out of control and it's starting to backfire on the rest of us. We are about to launch our new album and all people are seeing in the news is 'Avenged Sevenfold Guitarist Jailed'. He is making us look out of control! This could kill our careers if our fans can't take us and our music seriously!"

"I know," Zack sighed. "We need to do something."

Why wouldn't they just shut up? Their talking was making my head throb but not as bad as a normal hangover. Actually, I'm pretty sure I'm still a little drunk. I was not out of control and so what if I was going out partying? So what if I liked drinking absinthe? I had the right to party now that I was a single man. I vowed after my last relationship that I was going to lead my own life and no woman would get in the way. No girl would break my heart again, I was Synyster fucking Gates.

"Why are you guys yelling?" Said the groggy voice of my best friend. Fuck here it goes.

"Jimmy, you were supposed to watch out for Haner. How the hell did he end up arrested?" Matt shouted. What I would do for fucking ear plugs.

"I don't know..." Jimmy yawned. "We played the shot game and he whipped my ass again. I think he got in a fight with some girls boyfriend. It's all a little groggy!" Jimmy sang the last sentence in a high pitched voice.

"Fuck, Jimmy if you can't keep him under control I don't know what we are going to do..."

"We might not have any other choice but to call a PR specialist," Zack said In a disgruntled tone. Great Matt got to him too.

I was sick of this. I threw the pillow as hard as I could across the room. "I don't need a fucking baby sitter!" I raged, sitting up in bed. It was then that my head started spinning and I grabbed the headboard for support.

"A PR isn't a babysitter, they are more like a house keeper," Zack said, with a light shrug. I didn't care who they were, I didn't want them in my business. "But for your career and image."

I huffed, trying to climb out of bed. My stomach was starting to churn. I willed myself not to vomit. "Same damn thing."

"Well it's either we hire someone to fix our image that you are destroying, or we have to find a new guitarist." Matt crossed his arm and leaned in the now fully open door.

"You wouldn't." I glared at him as I clutched the dresser for support. Now where the hell was my phone?
Matt laughed and then turned to look back at Zack and Jimmy. Both of those cowards looked down and the floor and refused to make eye contact.

"You haven't made the best choices lately," Jimmy said in a small voice.

"So says the man who goes streaking through the park!" I shot back.

"Well a spoonful of Jimmy makes the world go round!" He sang causing the others to laugh.

"Either way, we've got to clean up our image. So help me god, if you get arrested, miss another band meeting, or interview without good reason, you're out. I don't care how talented you are. I'm not going to watch my best friend flush his life down the fucking toilet,"Matt lectured. "We can clean up our image as long as you keep your shit together."

"So basically I can't party or have any fun?" I interjected, grabbing a water bottle off my dresser.

"I'm not saying that, just do it in moderation. The PR will be able to help set some ore guidelines," Zacky said, his finger flying on his phone.

"So basically their going to control my life?" No one was going to tell me what to do or babysit me. We started this band to have fun and I think that the guys lost sight of that.

"No just help make it look clearer and neater to the public. Don't get me wrong, I like to party too but we have to look like model citizens...as well as possible. Are you in?" Matt asked.

I looked around the room to see three sets of eyes staring at me. Talk about a fucking intervention for nothing. "Fine call them. I'm going back to bed."

Zacky left the room on his phone as I stumbled back to bed. I hoped when I woke back up that this would have all been a bad dream. I knew I wouldn't be so lucky, just as long as I didn't have to think about...her.

A few minutes later Zacky returned with a huge smile on his face. "We got a new PR. Her name is Kaylyn Rizzo and she came highly recommended by multiple agencies. She took some convincing, but she will be here in the next day or so. Oh and she'll need a place to crash...hope you don't mind, Haner, I volunteered your spare room."

Just great I get a live in babysitter....perfect.

Notes

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