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Sweet Zydrate
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The idea of another week of touring was taking it's toll on Rebecca Madden. These past few months happened almost in a whirlwind of instant celebrity status. It seemed like a dream, but like all dreams, reality had to kick in. Managers and recording labels fighting with each other, wanting more money, more from the band but also, more from Rebecca.
Well, one more week and then she would be able to go on a much needed break.
It was a funny thing to think of it like that. Like she was thinking before, years before, she had been a struggling singer, barely making ends meet while in NY. Of all places. But still, she had a place to stay and food to eat. Not much of both but she was surviving.
Now, she had a penthouse near Central Park, a maid and someone to watch after her daughter while she was away.
Her daughter. Andrea. Only 4 years old and the only reason Rebecca worked so hard. She wanted a good life for her child..at least a lot better than Rebecca ever had in life. She could give her that much since she couldn't give her a father.
No. The sad fact was that her child was the result of a one night stand with a stranger. Thomas Whitney. Well, at least that was the name he had given Rebecca when they met that one faithful night after one of her shows. It seemed odd too, Thomas didn't seem the sort of person to hang out in that type of club. But still, he fit in. He was so handsome that Rebecca fell for him instantly. He was cool and collected. He had a 'don't fuck with me' attitude exuding from him.
He was tall too, at least 6'4" to Rebecca's 5'6" frame. He wasn't over muscled but nor was his scrawny. Lean and moved liked a cat.
There had been no one since him.
The idea of another week of touring was taking it's toll on Rebecca Madden. These past few months happened almost in a whirlwind of instant celebrity status. It seemed like a dream, but like all dreams, reality had to kick in. Managers and recording labels fighting with each other, wanting more money, more from the band but also, more from Rebecca.
Well, one more week and then she would be able to go on a much needed break.
It was a funny thing to think of it like that. Like she was thinking before, years before, she had been a struggling singer, barely making ends meet while in NY. Of all places. But still, she had a place to stay and food to eat. Not much of both but she was surviving.
Now, she had a penthouse near Central Park, a maid and someone to watch after her daughter while she was away.
Her daughter. Andrea. Only 4 years old and the only reason Rebecca worked so hard. She wanted a good life for her child..at least a lot better than Rebecca ever had in life. She could give her that much since she couldn't give her a father.
No. The sad fact was that her child was the result of a one night stand with a stranger. Thomas Whitney. Well, at least that was the name he had given Rebecca when they met that one faithful night after one of her shows. It seemed odd too, Thomas didn't seem the sort of person to hang out in that type of club. But still, he fit in. He was so handsome that Rebecca fell for him instantly. He was cool and collected. He had a 'don't fuck with me' attitude exuding from him.
He was tall too, at least 6'4" to Rebecca's 5'6" frame. He wasn't over muscled but nor was his scrawny. Lean and moved liked a cat.
There had been no one since him.