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It had only been a week since he'd moved back to New York and already Ryland was feeling the strain of the city. He had been back to work, rehearsing for his new show during that week and he was completely beat. He remained on the large bed that was in his bedroom. He stared up at the ceiling for a few moments. Though Ryley loved his job, it was very tiring. Slowly, he got up out of his bed and made his way to the bathroom. he hopped into the shower though tried not to stay in the hot water for too long. As the water ran over his form, Ryley closed his eyes.

Before he'd moved back, Ryley had bought a house that was located right outside of New York. There, he had privacy, something that he desperately felt like he needed since getting back into the limelight. Turning off the shower stream, Ryley stepped out of the shower, dried off, and then wrapped a towel around his thin waist. He slowly made his way back into his bedroom and made his way to the large closet. He opened the doors and then began searching for a outfit to wear. After spending about ten minutes searching through his closet, Ryley finally decided on a outfit. He dressed and then made his way back into the bathroom. He did his hair and applied some eyeliner around his eyes. Ryley looked over himself for a moment before deciding he looked fine.

He grabbed his phone and keys and then headed out of the home. Already outside was Zach, Ryley's closest friend. They greeted each other and then they were on their way from the home. The drive took some time, as traffic was always terrible in New York. During the drive, the two men spoke quietly to each other..catching up. By the time they reached the venue, they were both smiles. By the time they'd arrived, things were already in full swing. Music could be heard as well as laughter and happiness from those attending. The two got out of the car. Ryland made sure that his sunglasses were on before walking away with Zach.

For once, it seemed as if no one had realized who he was. It was..an odd feeling for Ryley though he couldn't say that he hated it. As they made their way through the crowds, towards the stage, Ryley found his mind elsewhere. He should have called his parents that morning but he had not. He would have to make sure to do that once he got home. Suddenly, Ryley found himself running straight into someone.

He quickly focused onto the person that he'd nearly killed. It was a woman who had black and red hair. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention. Are you okay?" Ryley asked, fearing he'd hurt the young woman. Zach quickly stopped to see what had caused his friend to stop though he remained silent. As Ryley waited for the woman to speak, he noticed that there were suddenly eyes on them..something he was not wanting. Had they realized who he was? He hoped not. He'd been looking forward to spending a regular day with his friend, not taking pictures or signing papers. He forced himself to ignore the looks, focusing completely on the young woman.

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As Dead As It Gets was quickly becoming one of the most popular rock bands, in fact, they were fronting this year’s tour with about fifteen other bands. At first Beth had been able to control Beca, for the most part but she was slowly losing a grip on her sister and that was killing her because she felt like she was losing a part of herself. Beca might not need her, but she sure as hell needed Beca. She’d been searching everywhere for her with absolutely no luck. They were on in twenty minutes and they still weren’t dressed.

The door to Travis Harper’s tour bus opened ad a few of the band members came out and Beth knew that’s where Beca had to be. Travis was the lead singer of Starless Outpost, they were huge in the UK and they’d started making their way to the US. Travis and Beca had started seeing each other last year when the two bands toured together, Travis was the cause of her drug addiction and her recent uncontrollable rebellious acts.

Beth ran up the stairs and spotted her sister right away, leaning down and snorting a line of coke like it was nothing, while Travis sat next to her drinking a beer.

“Hey ugly duckling.” Her smirked. “What you want, me and your twin are a bit busy.” His accent was thick.

“Fuck off Travis, we have a show and she needs to get ready.” Beth hissed. Walking over to her sister and grabbing her wrist roughly pulling her up.

Rebecca was in no mood to deal with her sister trying to order her around. She knew what time she need to be on stage and she hated the way Beth acted like she wasn’t responsible. She could be high off drugs and drunk off her ass and she’d still be able to perform, because singing was the only thing that kept her sane and her fans kept her alive. She ripped her arm away, glaring at her twin.

“I think you’re the one who needs to fuck off babe.” Beck spat hatefully at her sister. Before leaning back down and pressing her lips to Travis’ “See you after the show” he whispered against his lips, before pulling away.

She turned and as she started to walk away she felt him slap her ass and she only laughed. Before walking past her sister like she didn’t exist and heading across the lot to her tour bus and she could hear Beth’s footsteps struggling to keep up with her but she didn’t slow down. She quickly changed into her outfit knowing if she lingered to long she’d have to talk to Beth. She honestly loved her sister, but they had totally different stand point and she didn’t want to hear her sister lecture her about her life choices. She came out looking over Beth’s outfit. She rolled her eyes as he sister opened her mouth to speak, but she quickly cut her off.

“Bethany save it. I’m already in a shit mood and I’m high don’t piss me off.” She said honestly before slipping out of the trailer and Beth slipped out after her, she linked arms with her sister as they headed into the venue.

They were going to have to try and get to the stage without being trampled by fans, that was the only down fall about the tours they went on, they didn’t exactly have body guards and they had to escort there self to the stage. They slipped inside and both sister’s had hoods on in hopes to hide their hair, because that was the one thing that everyone would notice. They were nearly to the stage, when someone nearly ran over Beca and if Beth hadn’t been at her side she’d have fallen over.

"I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention. Are you okay?" He said and Rebecca looked him over with a scoff irritated, but she recognized him, she just couldn’t put a name to his face.

“Watch were you’re going next, fucking ass hole.” She hissed, before slipping back stage leaving Beth there.

“I’m really sorry.” Beth said quickly looking between both of the guys. “Don’t mind her, she’s always in a bad mood.” Beth rolled her eyes. “Oh, I almost didn’t recognize you, Ryland Kinser Right?” She said looking over the man who’d ran into her sister. “You have an amazing voice.” She smiled.

“Bethany, hurry the fuck up, he’s not interested!” Beca hissed from the side of the stage and Beth just rolled her eyes.

“I better go.” She sighed “You guys should stick around for the show, I promise you our bands not as bitchy as her.” She smirked.

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“Watch were you’re going next, fucking ass hole.” Ryley heard the woman reply. He immediately bristled and Zach laid a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder as if telling him to calm down. Ryley quickly forced himself to ignore what the woman had said. His eyes quickly turned to the other woman that had been with the woman he'd nearly killed. “I’m really sorry. Don’t mind her, she’s always in a bad mood. Oh, I almost didn’t recognize you, Ryland Kinser Right?” Ryley smiled at the woman. "It's all right. It's my fault. I did almost kill her. And..yea, I am." Ryley watched as the woman looked over him. “You have an amazing voice.” At hearing what she'd said, he smiled kindly at her. "Thank yo.."

“Bethany, hurry the fuck up, he’s not interested!”

Bethany, the young woman that Ryley had decided he liked a thousand times better than the other woman, spoke. “I better go. You guys should stick around for the show, I promise you our bands not as bitchy as her.” Ryley smiled at Bethany. "We'll check you guys out. It was nice meeting you..see you around." he said, bidding Bethany goodbye.

Zach had been silent through the whole ordeal, deciding not to get involved unless his friend needed him to. As the nicer of the women left, he came to stand next to Ryley. "Well, I suppose you should learn to watch where you're going. Next time you might get your head chopped off." he joked, smiling at his friend. Ryley laughed before agreeing with his friend.

Before they were able to continue their conversation, the show started. Ryland watched the band closely, and if any were watching him it was easy to see that he was silently rating the band in his mind. Was this a group that he would need to remember? Zach, on the other hand, was completely rocking out. It wasn't often that either of them got to go out like this. Rye was glad his friend was having a good time.

As the show went on, Ryland found himself staring at not only Bethany but the other woman as well. They were both good..really good. Better than he would have thought. Suddenly, a smile found its way onto his handsome face. It was surprising to him to come across a group that had so much raw talent.

By the time the show was over, everyone was still in such a good mood, or so it seemed to the boys. "So, what do you want to do now, Ryley?" Zach asked his friend. Ryley hesitated for a moment. In all honesty, he had no idea what he wanted to do. "I dunno. Whatever you want. That bitch sort of ruined my mood." Zach cold completely understand where his friend was coming from. The other man was most likely unused to being treated the way that woman had treated him..Ryley probably had no idea how to react.

As they were standing where Bethany had left them before the show, Ryley suddenly became aware that he was receiving a few odd stares. He was afraid that he'd been found out but decided to pretend as if he'd not noticed. Perhaps they were staring for another reason?

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Three years had passed by quickly for Beca, it seemed like just yesterday that As Dead As It Gets was opening for her boyfriend Travis’s band and barely anyone knew them. Now they were world famous, for there genuine rock sound and the fact that they had two incredibly talented female vocalists. There concerts were selling out with the first hour tickets went to sale. Not to mention the fact that Beca and Travis were one of the most talked about couples in the tabloids.

There constant on again off again relationship gave everyone something to talk about. Beca and Beth on the other hand had gotten more distant and she hated the fact that her and Beth weren’t as close. But, she spent her off time partying with Travis and his band. While Beth spent her off time, locked in her New York Studio apartment and she rarely answer Beca’s calls. The girls were just far to different, to get along.

They were leaving on next big tour in less than two hours, which would start in the US and crossover into Canada and Europe. They’d be going non-stop for a whole year. But, As Dead As It Gets wasn’t the only band touring, Travis’s band Starless Outpost as well as a solo artist by the name of Ryland Kinser. Beca didn’t really know him, she’d heard his name a few times, apparently he was a popular Broadway start, venturing out to test his own solo career and his manager had landed him a spot on tour with Starless Outpost and As Dead As it Gets.

Music blared through Beck’s apartment, music that was still playing from last night’s party. The music suddenly turned off, causing Beca to wake up. She sat up shaking Travis awake, but he only groaned and rolled back over.

“You’re useless.” She hissed, standing up and pulling her short, black silk robe over her, surprisingly still in tacked lingerie, but not bothering to tie her robe, letting it hang open. She walked out into the living room, not noticing her manager how was in plain sight, clearly staring at her. He cleared his throat, but she didn’t bother to look up.

“What do you want Jamesy, not really in the mood for one of your lectures, my head is killing me.” She she said glancing up to him with a wicked smirk only to see a guy standing next to him, but she still didn’t bother to tie her robe, she only finished her coffee, before turning her full attention to the two men.

“Rebecca, how many times do I have to tell you it’s James, not Jamesy.” He sighed opening his mouth to introduce the man standing next to him, but she only cut him off.

“Well, when you stop calling me Rebecca, I’ll stop calling you Jamesy.” She shrugged taking a sip of her coffee. “Shouldn’t you be off selling tickets or something.” She smirked wickedly. He rolled his eyes obviously frustrated with her.

She owned most of her success to James, he was one of the best Managers around, he’d been new when he first took them on. But, he was the one who made them famous and got there name out there. He was more like a big brother to Beca and Beth then anything though.

“Ello?” Travis’s confused, sleep laced voice came from beside her. “What the fuck are you wankers doing in my house?” he spat harsly, his accent thick with sleep. Beca passed him her cup of coffee.

“I think you mean my house sweetheart.” She quickly corrected him, kissing him on the lips, before turning her attention back to her manager and the man standing next to him.

“I don’t care who’s house it is.” James rolled his eyes. “But, seeing as Travis is here it will save an introduction. So, Travis, Rebecca, this is Ryley, he’s the solo artist on are tour.” James finally managed. Beca gave him a fake bitchy smile.

“Pleasure.” She said simply.

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For Ryley, the past three years had been busy..but exciting. Not only had he been in three different shows but he'd been writing music, doing appearances in order to promote his shows, meet and greets with fans, working on his Twitter and YouTube channel, and still finding time to visit with his parents. He wouldn't have it any other way. Ryley had eventually been forced to take a break, as his more recent show had come to an end. He'd spent most of this time at his home in New York, helping Zach with his music and YouTube channel.

Ryley's manager had informed him that he would be touring with two other bands..neither of which he'd ever really listened to before. However, once he'd learned of them he'd started doing a bit of research about them, listening to their more well known songs. They were both really good..at least in his opinion. He was excited to be starting a career that was different from acting and singing. It would be a change..hopefully, a good change.

That morning, Ryley had been fairly nervous. He'd gotten dressed and then had done his hair and makeup much earlier than he'd needed to. It was just a way to keep himself busy. He'd then double checked all of his luggage, making sure that he had everything that he would need while on the road. Soon enough, he was loading up a car and heading to meet up with at least one of the bands that he'd be spending the next year with.

He got into the car, joining the man..what was his name? James. He'd met the man several times and rather liked him. He was always willing to help whenever he could. The ride did not last nearly as long as Ryley had thought that it would. They pulled into the driveway and parked. James asked Ryley to follow him. He did as he was asked, though he was rather silent. His nervousness was getting the better of him. He quickly squashed it, refusing to let it continue.

Ryley followed James, allowing the other man to take the lead. It didn't take them long to reach their destination. They entered, making their way into the main room. They'd only been there for a minute at most when a young woman entered into the room. Ryley's eyes immediately went to her. He was silent during the exchange between the others in the room. He saw no reason to butt in right then. He tuned back in as James introduced Ryley to the couple. “Pleasure.” the woman said.

Ryley nodded in her direction, "I'm sure." It wasn't the nicest thing that he could have said to her but she'd not exactly been welcoming. He could already tell that working alongside this woman would be a pain..or she would make it that way. He was already beginning to regret signing onto this touring group. He immediately pushed the thoughts from his mind. He didn't need to be thinking such things.

"No matter how you feel about me or us touring together..I'm looking forward to working with you." And he meant it. It was not often that Ryley truly shared the limelight. However, he felt that this would be a good experience for him. Perhaps he'd learn to better work with others. After all, he wasn't the only one in the world that had a talent.

They currently had less than two hours before they needed to leave..and Beca didn't appear ready. Ryley eyed her strangely for a moment. "You do realize that we are leaving..soon, right?" he asked, raising one of his perfectly groomed eyebrows at her. He couldn't imagine how long it was going to take her to get ready. All ready she was driving him insane. He had no idea how he was going to survive the next year.