Welcome back, my lovely reader!
If you didn't do so, make sure you read the prologue first!
That was pretty heavy last time, huh? But it needed to be to set the tone. This is at its core a story about healing and becoming better. I love Tracey but she is a MEGA BITCH! So expect that. Our ram isn't much better as much as I love him too, he's also a real piece of work.
Well, I'll not blather on too much about things, I hope you enjoy it!
Let's jump right in!
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Episode 1:
Beautiful Monster
"I've never seen, Seen one like you, You're a knife, Sharp and deadly, And it's me, That you cut into."
The door leading to the dressing room nearly flew off the hinges as the young ram kicked it open, slamming it against the wall as he stormed into the room. The stage crew and roadies in the backstage area grew quiet, everyone avoiding looking in the direction of the ram as a short lithe rat quickly gave chase into the room after him.
"Leo, baby! Calm down, please!" The smaller male pleaded as he quickly shut the door, his wiry pink tail whipping about nervously, flicking his slightly rounded gray ears up. What hair he had left shared a similar hue of brown-white as his ears, with a large bald spot spreading over most of the real estate that was his head.
"Calm down?!" The ram called out, turning to glare down at the rat, their size difference stark. The idol was over six feet in height while the rat was just at four. "Max, that nut job got past security, and even on stage! She had a fucking pair of scissors in her hand for fuck sake!" The taller male stomped the ground in his heeled knee-high boots, accounting for several extra inches of his height difference. His ensemble of snug close-fitting black and blue leather clung to his body, his form covered in sweat from his performance.
The rat looked up at the ram wringing his hands while flicking his tail rapidly, his blue suit and tie a mussed-up wreck from frantically chasing the idol around the backstage area. "Yes, but the stage security was still able to detain her before she got close to you."
"She was within arms reach, how is that not close? I had to stop the song and jump away from her!" Leo snarled the words clenching his teeth and flicking his droopy ears up. His curly hair cascaded down his back almost looking like wool, the color a bright shade of neon blue with a white streak zig-zagging through it. Two small curled horns jutted out near his bangs, both blue with little white lightning bolts accenting the outer sides of them. He also had a blue lightning bolt painted over his right eye, while little blue and white stars dotted his left cheek. His outfit was finished with lipstick and eyeshadow sharing the same theme of blue as the rest of him.
The rat fidgeted on his feet his black eyes looking away as he laughed nervously, "Guess, she wanted some of your hair..."
"Oh, you think so?" The idol folded his arms against his mostly open chest, the zipper of his faux leather jacket dragged down past his navel, showing well-defined abs and lean but well-sculpted muscles. He leaned down giving the rat a furious glare, the blue and white all over him making his green eyes pop out and almost look ablaze with fury. "This is the second time since we started this tour that something like this has happened. I'm sick of this amateur shit, I want a bodyguard!"
"W-what?!" Max stammered, withdrawing a handkerchief from his back pocket before wiping the sweat from his forehead and face.
"You heard me, I want a fucking bodyguard! The security at these venues is obviously too inept to be trusted!" The ram stood up straight and rolled his neck before flopping into a makeup chair. He unzipped his heeled boots, throwing one of them against the wall with a loud thud.
"Leo, baby... I don't think that's in the budget for the tour..."
Leo glared icily at the rat. "Then I will pay for one myself, just find me one!"
Max sucked in a breath through his clenched teeth his two front teeth looking a little more prominent. "O-okay... our next gig is in a pretty big city, I might be able to pull something off there."
Leo now barefoot and looking a few inches under the six-foot mark, walked over to the mini-fridge in the room. He collected a bottle of water, popping it open and drinking it on the way back to his seat. Finishing the drink he crushed the bottle, capped it then tossed it off the rat's mostly bald head. "See that you do, or I will be in the market for a bodyguard, and a new manager."
Max gave a panicked squeak. "Leo, please don't be like that! We've been through so much together these last years!"
Leo gave the rat a bored look and rolled his eyes. "More like you're getting a free ride off my fame. Whatever, Max, I'm not going to fire you, we're friends." The ram waved a hand and leaned back in his chair before closing his eyes. "Now fuck off and get me something to eat, I'm starving."
"Right, I'm on it, Leo, baby!" Max scurried out of the room whipping his pink furless tail about before shutting the door quietly.
Leoran his palm down his face, streaking his eyeshadow and face paint as he sighed and looked out a nearby window. "I don't deserve this nonsense..."
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"Now let's get a look at that weather forecast shall we? Go ahead, Janet."
"Thanks, David. It's looking bright and sunny all across the bay area today, but don't let that fool you. You can expect it only to get into the fifties today, with wind chills making it feel like the forties. Also, don't let those clear skies trick you, we will have rain moving in by this afternoon. Back to you, David!"
"Thanks, Janet. Next up on bay area mornings we've got a special guest. The pop idol sensation Electric Blue is in town and will be joining us live in the studio, singing his hit song 'Neon Sunset.'"
"I hate the fucking rain..." Tracey muttered the words aloud, blinking open her azure eyes, looking up at the ceiling of her little studio apartment. Her TV played out the morning news while the blades of the ceiling fan lazily whirled about, reflecting the light of the morning sun all around the room. She had come home late into the night and simply collapsed in bed without bothering to eat or change.
Tracey gave a long lazy yawn, her large sharp teeth showing before she rolled over and sat up in the bed. Her long white hair was mussed and tangled, the ponytail having slipped out during the night.
"Yo!" She called out as she reached down to unlace the boots she had slept in.
A small ping sounded as the personal assistant came to life on the desk beneath the large tv that took up most of that wall in the cramped apartment. "Good morning Tracey, it's nine twenty-four, you have two new voice mails and one pending event today."
