*Carry On*

Zacky's POV

I honked my horn as I sat waiting in rush hour traffic. This was ridiculous! We had been sitting here for a half an hour and we still were at least ten minutes from LAX. Why she picked LAX instead John Wayne Airport was beyond me. Of course Ms. Rizzo had to pick a flight that lands at 5:30; the worst possible time to get in and out of the airport.

"Fuck, she is going to be standing there waiting for us," I yelled after glancing at the clock. "Let's go! Move!"

"What's the big deal anyway?" Brian sighed, chucking pieces of his trail mix at the van window. I rolled my eyes, seeing his seat reclined, his legs on the dash, and a cigaret in his hand. He looked extremely hung over and worse for wear. Brian had large dark circles under his eyes and smelled like stale booze and cigaret.

"What can you do? What can you do?" He chuckled in a playful accent before blowing out a big cloud of smoke. "Why are we even doing this?"

"You really don't get it, do you?" I shook my head. I couldn't believe how out of control he had gotten. "Ms. Rizzo is coming to fix our image that you are destroying with your impulse actions. If we are not there and waiting in ten minutes, she may up and leave and our careers could be over."

"That still doesn't explain why I'm here." Brian threw another nut out the window and hit the window in the car next to ours. He was going to get us killed too. Wonderful.

"Because you've been acting like an out of control child. You don't think about your actions before you do them. It's not just your name that you are taking into you hands when you do something like...hell I don't know...get arrested for no good reason. It effects the rest of us too!"

"Don't be so dramatic, Baker," Brian yawned, taking another drag. "You're turning into Matt Sanders Junior. I'm just having fun and hooking up. I'm not hurting anyone." I watched as he sat up and turned to look at me with with that cocky grin on his face. "And from the sounds of it, you could use a good lay. It would help get your panties out of a bunch." Brian wagged his eyebrows. "I think you guys are just jealous of how much ass I've gotten lately."

I snorted and hit the gas as traffic started to move again. What had happened to my best friend? One day he was writing up a storm, hanging out with the band, and in a stable relationship and next thing we knew he was drinking his life away and hooking up with random girls. I knew the break up with his ex had been rough, but I didn't expect this kind of backlash. He had shut us out and took the drugs and alcohol in. I was concerned for Brian's health and mental state. There was no way he could go back on the road like this.

"You know, instead of hooking up and partying, maybe talking to your friends about--"

"Don't you dare say her fucking name," Brian warned, his face suddenly inches away from mine. He had a dangerous look in his eyes.

"Maybe if you just talk about what happened with...her...then you'd feel better," I finished just as Brian reached for the volume dial on the stereo. "Then we wouldn't need a PR agent."

"Sorry, stereo is really loud, can't hear you!" Brian yelled overtop of the music. "Oh look, it's Duran Duran! I love them!"

Well fuck it then, hopeful Ms. Rizzo could help him. I was tired of trying. I rolled my eyes as he screamed out the lyrics and thrashed his head around. Maybe that would rattle his brain back in place and save the band some money.

By the time we pulled into the parking lot at LAX, my head was pounding from the loud music. Brian had screamed every damn song on the CD until I turned off the van. He then proceeded to put in his ear buds and ignore me as we walked through the airport. I had to give Brian credit, he sure knew how to avoid a conversation.

As we reacted the gate to the NYC flight, I glanced down at my watch. Damn it, we were ten minutes late. I looked around the gate area, searching for the woman I had seen in the picture on the internet. Fuck. She wasn't here.

"There's your savior," Brian grunted, waving both hands at me in a sarcastic fashion. Before I could respond, he turned and started walking in the other direction humming loudly. People would think he was crazy if they didn't see the cords sticking out of his scull cap beanie.

I looked up to see a tall, dark haired women come out of the restroom. She had light red circles under her eyes and wore skinny leg jeans, heels, and a leather jacket.

"Ms. Rizzo, Zacky Vengeance," I said with a charming smile as I offered her my hand. "Welcome to California."

She smiled and reached out a tattooed hand. Hell I didn't expect that. "Thank you, and you're late," she teased. Her dark brown eyes glistened with her smile and I could help but smile like an idiot back at her. Damn she was attractive. "So when do I start?"

I chuckled. She sure didn't waist any time. "Right now," I said gesturing down the hallway towards Brian. "I'm going to warn you right now Ms. Rizzo--"

"Please call me Kaylyn, Zack." She said, handing me her suitcase.

"Alright, Kaylyn," I laughed as we started to walk. "That is Brian, aka Synyster Gates down there talking to that group of girls. He is a bit out of control and doesn't think his actions have consequences. He is a bit of a lose cannon, partier, and womanizer. We have tried everything so we called you. I was told you could help?"

"Sounds pretty reasonable," she shrugged nonchalantly. "I've definitely dealt with much worse situations." She really had no idea what she was getting into. Brian and his alter ego Sysyster Gates were a lose cannon with no boundaries. "Let's meet the problem child."

"Good luck," I said as we reached Brian. "And don't say I didn't warn you."

"Hello Brian, my name is Kaylyn Rizzo," she said offering him her hand.

I was shocked at what Brian did in response...

Notes

There is a new chapter lovely readers!

So what is going on with Brian? What did he do to Kaylyn? How will Ms. Rizzo respond?

I'm just as excited as you to see the next chapter! Please leave some comments on your thoughts! :)