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— Music in Colour —

/Skimming my fingers over the album cover with one hand and sipping from a whiskey tumbler with the other. Ice clinking, amber liquid sloshing over the glass. Shocked, stumbling to my breakfast counter, a wave of nostalgia threatening to plummet my soul back into darkness when >

Zachary Allen Hey, run that back for me? I wanna try that riff again. [I’d paused mid melody, clearing my throat, blue eyes shooting over to the glass window that separated the live room from the control room of the recording studio inside Vital Records’s Miami headquarters. The session (c)

Summer Maddox /I’d practically barged through the door as I entered the building and scared the living daylights out of the receptionist, but she recovered well with a soft smile and informed me that a recording was in progress at the moment so I’d have to wait. Brushing her off and making >

Zachary Allen [I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I’d eaten. Maybe yesterday morning— just a cinnamon bagel with cream cheese to sustain me for the whole day. But now I practically had a whole feast to treat myself with. And I searched high and low for my cell phone to snap a (c)

Oh, I’m sure they do.

Summer Maddox /Pausing mid-bite. Snorting in your direction, but I give you a dramatic bow, you were the Pop Princess after all, before taking my seat opposite you. Almost missing the chair, grabbing the edge of the table, fingers digging into the wood. Scraping it across the floor and >

Zachary Allen [The bow almost makes me laugh, but I blink when you stumble, disheartened and disgusted by the realization that you were nothing but a drunk sitting on a pedestal of a fame. Did my father know? Did he care? Probably not. And somehow I was going to be the one stuck in (c)

Summer Maddox /I was furious. Nobody had spoken to me like that since… Jolted for the moment, almost seeing my wife in front of me. But no, she was brunette and you were blonde. She was older, and you were just a girl. Barely legal to drink. She was the love of my life and you… you were a >

Zachary Allen [My eyes go wide, a flash of fear in them when you stand and send both the chair and glass flying. I jump at the loud crash of the glass hitting the wall, but concern for my safety is swiftly replaced by rage as you practically corner me against the nearest wall. Glaring (c)

Zachary Allen [You obviously were skeptical about the promise I’d made— no faith in me to be had. But I couldn’t blame you. The music industry was a cruel world, and my father never made anything easier if it wasn’t to his benefit. I continued with my French toast, putting my belly at (c)

My heart. 🥹

The musician account. /Quirks a brow at Summer Maddox/

“Love is pain. Real love—the one not spewed in poetry—is agony. It tears at your soul, strips you bare, drives you mad and demands the veracity of our existence. Love is madness.”