"Amaranth", three years of great music, would this be their last tour?

Hailee de Ville, she had a rather devious grin curved upon her cherry lips as she scanned through the magazine article, on the front cover was the typical Jason Rokehart with his microphone at hand while the rest of the band looked like sidelines and the band no longer had their faces revealed. She had heard complaints about it before, but there was nothing more than a good scandal as well as a good screw-job in a group of peoples lives that made her shiver at her little plan, it had been three years since she allowed the band to sign their contract. They became an instant hit after a month and it seemed that everything was going the way she wanted them to, she saw the banners and the sparkles on the billboards and their names flashing through the sold out stadiums, people chanting and singing along the music.
It was a pleasure that Hailee felt after a whole days worth of changing the world around, though it cost her a whole deal of pain from the power she had to use, she ended with a group of people and their souls trapped into a contract that was sealed with their blood, and their dreams came true without them knowing that the time ticked backwards and as soon as their tour ended, their souls were taken and they would be erased with no where else to go.
Though there was always something that bothered Hailee, it was Rory, the Guitarist, the envious one who always seemed to glare at Jason whenever he was credited about having another hit reach platinum, and it was Rory who doubted Hailee before everything formed into a good play.

"How troublesome," She spoke up as she stood up and walked down the steps of the penthouse suite she personal booked for the band, that day was the day she was about to break the news, she told them to meet her there for them to know of the whereabouts of their after party because that was the last night they spent in that state and before they knew it they would be all over the country and would soon hop onto planes landing on one country to the next. Hailee found it a troublesome situation when the estimated time they would end their tour was midway through the following year, the thought of it made her grip the magazine within her human grasp as she used her other hand to fiddle with the pearl necklace around her neck that drooped low enough to be situated just above the cleavage of her breasts. Her heels slapped against the wooden stairs and onto the tiles as she reached towards the lounge area of the penthouse suite of the hotel, her devilish blue eyes eyed around the room at the four members of Amaranth.

Jason Rokehart
Rory Hartman
Danielle "Hope" Haydenson
Sam Quirks

The four members.
They were far different to when she first met them. Back then they were fragile, easy to fall under her manipulation as she saw them walk out of the competition with their heads down and their hearts shattered by the failed attempt of reaching for the top, the dreams of humans were something she loved to toy with. She was the devil after all.

"Hello my dears," Hailee smiled, she stopped just at the top of another three steps, her eyes set on each and single one of them. If anyone placed in her into a proper dark area with a spotlight, her shadow would cast something far different than the model-like figure she was, there would be horns on her head and surely dark eyes would also glisten on the ground. Her arms then crossed over her chest, her cherry lips pouted as she flicked her head to the side, the dirty blond hair waved and flowed over her shoulder as she asked, "How are you all this lovely afternoon? Are you all ready for the last night of staying at home and relaxing?"

Because they don't know what they've gotten themselves into...

Tall, tanned and handsome.
He was on the walls of every fan girls walls, he was a cover boy for any magazine and he was rated as one of the Hottest Bachelors of the year - two years and he was probably going to keep at it too.

It was 2009, everything was going great for him, he became someone who everyone recognized, someone whose name was used for a chant during their concerts and someone who everyone idolized. He sang, he spoke, he posed. That was the lifestyle of someone with enough money to do whatever the hell he wanted, but he didn't use it for plastic surgery - the one thing he was against with out of everything - instead, he spent it on products that enhanced hi appearance as well as a make up artist and someone who did his hair each time he walked out of the shower.
Jason Rokehart.
The Lead Singer of Amaranth and the one guy who everyone seemed to envy.
Attention and Physical Beauty became his top priority when he began to earn the millions he thought he deserved after singing and practicing non-stop, his life flowed with money which was perfectly well-hidden that soon developed to greediness when he was asked if they could borrow a few dollars, he was selfish and always stopped on the spot when he sees people with cameras thinking they would take his picture. Which they did.

But that wasn't the case.

Lately, tabloids have been on him about scandals of having a few girls attempting to commit suicide because he told everyone at a concert that there was no plans of him ever settling down and getting married. But the main one was his feud with his fellow band mate, Rory, well supposed feud that is. Jason never had anything against Rory when they first began the band, all of them were equally close, especially he and fellow male band mate, Sam, but lately everything fell to hell when everyone decided that they could grow their own egos at the same level as his. He became quite obnoxious and oblivious with things after that, and the tabloids soon printed that he had a big dislike towards Hope and Same because there was some sort of name calling happening backstage.
Yet Jason never commented or admitted anything to be true.
He even asked Hailee de Ville to back him up whenever he needed it.

Arriving at the hotel, the elevator was empty and he was on his own after making sure no one was around, the elevator doors slid to a shut and there was his reflection. Jason smiled at himself as he brushed his fingers through his black hair and looked as though he was posing for the camera, his brown eyes scanned his figure, but he's never told anyone how much he wanted to change himself because in reality, he saw a monster staring back at him in the reflection. The doors dinged and he walked out, the suite was right behind the door and he entered, no one but his fellow band mates were there, his head lowered and a sigh escaped his lips as he situated himself on the couch awaiting for Hailee to bring the news.

Quiet yet a firecracker were the terms used to describe her by anyone who knew her in any sort of informal fashion. Always chipper and smiling, yet a soft, quiet voice, she was always able to throw out an applicable barb in jest or in the heat of an argument. Though Hope Haydenson always had the look and air of the 'quiet, innocent one', she'd long been broken of that in reality. The phrase 'it's always the quiet ones' rung true for the young woman.

She'd gotten a bad reputation of being the one rocking out the parties on a nightly basis. Generally stumbling drunk from the doors of whichever bar she was visiting for the night, and usually hanging on the arms of yet another man. Tabloids were incessantly running stories about her scandalous and shameless acts with photos covering different pages showing her and her random flings. Despite what those rags said, however, it wasn't exactly something Hope found herself proud of. Every time she saw a new front page article, another ping of regret echoed through her mind and heart. Three relationships, all of which she'd wanted to progress past the 'dating' phase, were destroyed by her apparent inability to control herself.

Currently, Hope found herself sitting on the couch in the penthouse, reserved specifically for the bad, a copy of her newest front page scandal on the local tabloid sitting next to her and a letter from her brother in her had. The letter had struck a chord and brought out the regret and guilt all over again. She knew her brother was disappointed in the way she'd been acting. He'd been trying to get her to 'see the light' for almost two years now. She'd always known and seen what he'd been talking about though never quite figured out how to stop the downward spiral that she'd been on.

With a sigh, she picked up her drink--her favorite tool for ending her depressive and self-hating line of thoughts, Jack and Coke--and took a long drink, holding on tightly to her brother's letter. Placing it back on the glass table, she leaned back and reread the letter, pulling her cellphone from her pocket as she did. She needed to hear the familiar voice. Though, she found herself interrupted as their manager--Hope couldn't help but spite the woman who's given her the opportunity to change in the directions that she had--approached with her question.

Hope forced a smile to hide her angst and nodded, "Ready I can be, I suppose."

A long figure could be seen lounging across the over-sized, leather chair by the sofa. One leg hung off the armrest, while the other dangled to the floor. Sam leaned against the other armrest, black bangs hanging over his eyes, the blonde roots barely showing the former him. The small clicks of a Rubrix Cube could be heard as he rotated the dials, somewhat trying to make sense of the colored squares. Gently, he bit on his left lip piercing, toying with it as he kept his eyes locked on the box.

However, this was just a ploy to hide that he was actually thinking. He was thinking of all the times, before the band meet their manager, when he and the rest of them would mess about on the college campus. Almost without a care in the world. He missed the times of microwave ramen and order-in italian, watching old monster movies and joking about how "You could totally see the strings!"

His foot shifted, gently knocking on the metal table beside the chair. He did it again on purpose.

Now there were rules. Sam had to follow all these rules, too. A long list of laws set up by the Devil, herself, including early wake-up and photo shoots. Signing autographs and hanging out with those crazed girls and guys who were "lucky" enough to get backstage. All the girls fawning over him and Jason, and guys always trying to pick up Hope and Rory. He hated it. Sure, he liked the unlimited cash. That meant he could just sit around and pay someone to deal with taxes and bills, meaning he could just sit there and play games or stare at the ceiling, trying to escape into his own little world where none of this was happening.

His mother. She would not be happy with him if she knew he had signed with the Devil. In fact, she would probably send him to the church to be "cleaned", then away to an insane asylum. Sam knew this like he knew the sky was blue and the grass was green, and it practically killed him every time he thought of it. He heard faintly the sound of the manager, Hope's voice replying. Somewhere deep in his inner-mind, he learned what the girls had said.

"Go away." He replied dryly, not removing his eyes from the shifting colors. "Can't we just stay? It's annoying enough with those crazy people following us with cameras...." The last part he mumbled, biting back down on the piercing and his lip.