"Brian! Open the fucking door!" Matt woke me up as he was banging onto the door. I opened my eyes hardly, feeling the throbbing pain inside my head. I looked around me, I was laying onto the couch in my living room surrounded by bottle of liquors and empty packs of cigarettes.

"BRIAN!" I heard Matt knocking onto the door again. I growled as I stood up, feeling my sore from the night sleeping on the couch. I opened the door, as soon as I felt the sun, I covered my eyes with my hand, I knew it would make my headache worst.

"What do you want?" I said as I yawned.

"What do I want?! Brian, it's the fucking video shooting! You were supposed to be there 2 hours ago already, fuck!" He yelled to me, he seemed really mad.

"Relax.. My alarm didn't work." I said, he just rolled his eyes up in the air and sighed, he knew I was lying like always. I rubbed my eyes and looked at him.

"Don't play with me, Brian. Get ready and get in my fucking car."

I yawned again, still with my eyes closed I answered.

"No it's alright, I'll drive there with my own car, you can go.." I was about to close the door when he put himself in the way, he wasn't chill at all.

"Fuck no, you'll go back to sleep and you are still drunk from last night!" He looked over at the mess into my living room "I give 5 fucking minutes."

I sighed and nodded. I hurried up getting ready. I picked the fist t-shirt I could find, smelled it, to see if it wasn't that bad. I took my pair of sunglasses and headed outside. For most of people it was a shiny beautiful day but for me it was just the opposite, I wish it could have rained forever. The light was hell for my headache. I opened the door and sat on the passenger seat. It was silence. I looked over at Matt, his jaw was really tense, I couldn't help but always dissapoint them. I sighed and put my head onto the window. He started the car and drove us to the cemetery. Everyone was there already. All waiting for me. I opened the door and sighed. As soon as I went out of the car, the sun vanished behind the clouds. Thank God. I thought on that moment. I looked at everyone on the set, my dad was talking to a girl further, I couldn't see her very well, people I didn't even know were just taking me under the little tent. A random girl just gave me an outfit and told me I had to put it on, I removed my clothes and quickly put it on. A second later, an other girl started playing with my hair, and an other just put some makeup on me. I didn't even have time to blink that I was ready, the only thing that was missing was my hat. Our technician dude just gave me my guitar and I was almost ready to shoot. I went out of the tent, looked everywhere for my hat.

"Where's my fucking hat?!" I yelled to everyone. I looked over at my dad who was still talking to a girl, I couldn't see her. Her back was facing me. He sighed.

"I have it, Brian." He said as he showed it to me.

"Why the fuck do you have my ha..." As said I stepped forward them, the girl looked into my direction. I stopped instantly as I saw who she really was. Hayley. She just started at the floor. She was goddamn beautiful, she changed a lot, she changed for good. And I changed for worst. Because of her.

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