The comeback is always stronger than the setback. - Anonymous

1 year later…

Bellamy

 “You killed it, Hells Bells!” I glance over to Jase, who’s the lead singer of the band that I’m touring with. I’ve been headlining with them for two weeks. Each one of the boys knows about my obvious stage fright, but somehow, every night, I seem to push past all of my fears.

“Welcome to the big leagues, Kiddo. YouTube might’ve got you some spotlight, but damn, girl, we’re your ride to the big leagues,” Syd cockily says as he slides his arm around me while we walk back to our tour bus. Syd may be a cocky bastard, but he’s right. I was lucky to be found online from singing covers, but I’d seen other artists do it and have success. Sure, they were one in a million, but why would I have stopped? My failure wasn’t guaranteed, so that meant success was an option, and I dang well was going to see that through as best that I could.

“You know, you don’t suck as much, anymore,” Miles growls. He’s hated me since day one, I don’t know what on Earth I ever did to him, but he hates me. I don’t mean the “Oh, I think he hates me,” kinda feeling like when it’s your first day at school and you’re the new kid. Miles really hates me. You wanna know how I know? I overheard him talking to Rocky, the fourth and final member of The Stones, that I was a charity case with no talent and that it was a waste of their time for the label to even put me with them.

The funny thing is, I’ve known these guys for a few months, and everyone except Miles is like an adoptive brother to me. I was terrified to be coming out here, all alone with these guys, but it’s been working out so far, and I just have to be thankful that by headlining for them, it’s helping me create my own noise and build a decent fanbase.

The fans that I have now are all haters of my ex, country musician Zac Depp. Or they’re following me because of what Zac did, and I don’t want that. I don’t want these haters to be fans of my music because Zac wronged me in the worst way. I want them to be fans because they believe in me, Bellamy Mason. Deep down, I know that it won’t happen overnight, nor do I expect it to. Now tell me if I’m silly or not, but I do expect my fans to believe in me, and respect my music, as new and raw as it is.

“You, wanker. Stop fucking with my girl!” Evie snarls at Miles, as she steps off the step to the tour bus. “I don’t know why you hate our Bell so much, and I don’t fucking care. She’s on the tour, go fuck yourself if you don’t like it!” You’d never hear me saying half of the things that come out of this fierce Australian’s mouth, and no, it’s not because I don’t curse. It’s just because I don’t have balls the size of a watermelon, like she does.

The wind picks up, and I can even see her blonde hair swaying in the darkness. It’s a little after eleven at night, and we just finished our show. We’re in Jacksonville, Mississippi, and our next stop is Nashville. I’ve been waiting a long time to get to Nashville. Ever since that bomb was dropped on me a year ago, all I’ve done is look into my sister, and somehow, I’ve managed to find almost everything there is to know about her.

Elena is…something. She works for the FBI and is married to a biker Prez. When I discovered she was married to a biker Prez, I had to wonder if the apple really fell far from the tree, if she was like our father and maybe I should steer clear of her, but I knew that was wrong. Throughout my life, the only thing I’ve ever wanted was a sister, and I have one. All I have to do is see her, and I will, in just two days’ time. I will go find my sister, who is also part-owner of a bar named Bubba’s. I don’t know how I’ll do it, but I just know that I have to.

I have to know the sister that I never had the chance to.

Jase pulls me close to him as we walk into the converted Greyhound that houses the five of us. It’s not overly large, but it’s nice. There are four cubby sized beds in the hallway, and the only privacy is a small black curtain. The first time I came on the bus and looked at it, I almost scoffed. Now, I’m not the kind of girl who is ungrateful for anything, but there was no way in heck they were gonna see me in my undies! He let everyone know that night that I was the lady, so, I was getting the bedroom in the back. Normally, I’d insist that something didn’t have to be done…in this case, though? I didn’t fight it at all! I will gladly take the little bit of privacy that I can get.

For the next thirty minutes, we all decompress like we do every night. I end up going straight into my room and changing into the fluffiest, most comfortable pajamas that I have, which usually end up having Pikachu or some other cute character on them. Miles heads straight for the shower, while Jase sits out in the front of the bus with his notepad and pen, writing songs as they come to him, and Syd grabs a joint from the Ziploc baggie that he thinks the rest of us don’t know about.

I go over to my bedside table, open the drawer, and pull out my phone, checking to see if there are any notifications. I’m not surprised to find out that the only notifications I have are from twitter; trolls who insist on calling me a whore.

Have you ever done something stupid for someone you loved? Yeah, well I have too. I did something stupid, I gave a piece of myself to someone I trusted, and he broke all that trust. He tried to do so much to me, including destroying my music career before it even started. I understood that we broke up, but you just don’t do that to people you love. Doing something like that to him would have never crossed my mind, and never would I have done what he did…

As I glance to see what the trolls are calling me, I realize that it’s the same crap different day. The fact of the matter is that I don’t have anyone who is going to call or text me besides the people who are on this bus with me, and they’re all just co-workers. When my parents were killed, my life changed. From that point on, I had my Uncle Erik, his kids, and my ex, Zac.

Now, I have next to no one. It’s funny how things turn out, isn’t it?

Maybe that’s why I’m going through with this because I want to have someone. After all, when you’re alone, the only thing you want is to have someone. I can’t say what will happen when I meet Elena, how she’ll react, or if she’ll even want me in her life. The only thing I know is that I have to try because if I don’t, I will regret it for the rest of my life.