Sunday, June 28, 2015 | By: Drotuno

Man Behind the Mask Outtake & Pics

Chapter 28 – Outtake – She’s All Mine
She's got legs, she knows how to use them.
She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
She's holdin' leg wonderin' how to feel them.
Would you get behind them if you could only find them?
She's my baby, she's my baby,
yeah, it's alright.

She's got hair down to her fanny.
She's kinda jet set, try undo her panties.
Everytime she's dancin' she knows what to do.
Everybody wants to see if she can use it.
She's so fine, she's all mine,
girl, you got it right
“Legs” – ZZ Top
The buzzer on the dryer pulled my attention away from the computer. The Facebook page for Radiant Eclipse was doing well. Really well. Rose and I would occasionally post pictures of the boys recording, small audio or video interviews, and a few snippets of past concerts. In just a few months, we’d grown to millions of followers, which also boosted the sales of records and merchandise and would be the big key to ticket sales for the band’s next tour – whenever that would be. They were still recording their first independent album.
That thought made me smile as I got up to pull the clothes out of the dryer. I wasn’t sure who was more excited to be free of Aro: Jasper, Edward…or me. They were taking their time, writing the best music I’d heard out of them, including the one Edward had specifically written for me. The day they recorded that one, I was a teary, emotional mess. And I’m pretty sure my desk in the office of the studio wobbled just a bit more once I’d done truly naughty things to my husband on top of it.
Pulling all the clothes into the laundry basket, I glanced up at the clock and then out the window down into the alleyway. Edward would be home soon. Rose had set up their photo shoot, and as much as they’d wanted someone local, the photographer they’d liked the best had ended up being in Portland, so the boys had been gone since Thursday. It was now Sunday, and I’d missed Edward with a sickness.
He’d been done touring since before Thanksgiving, and I’d had him all to myself throughout the holidays and the new year. In reality, a few days was nothing in comparison to what we’d endured, but still…I simply missed Edward.
Thursday, June 4, 2015 | By: Drotuno

Man Behind the Mask Chapter 27 - Epilogue & Pics

Chapter 27 – Epilogue – Ladies and Gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen please
Would you bring your attention to me?
For a feast for your eyes to see
An explosion of catastrophe

Like nothing you've ever seen before
Watch closely as I open this door
Your jaws will be on the floor
After this you'll be begging for more

Welcome to the show
Please come inside
Ladies and gentlemen

Do you want it?
Do you need it?
Let me hear it
Ladies and gentlemen

Ladies and gentlemen good evening
You've seen that seeing is believing
Your ears and your eyes will be bleeding
Please check to see if you're still breathing

Hold tight cause the show it not over
If you will please move in closer
Your about to be bowled over
By the wonders you're about to behold here
“Ladies and Gentlemen” – Saliva
Rubbing the towel over my head after pulling on a pair of jeans, I leaned back against the counter in the shower room. My ears were still ringing and my throat felt like I’d swallowed steel wool, but my soul felt…light. The last show under the Volturi Records contract was done.
I let that sink in for a moment while rubbing my face with the towel. Four years. Four long, tedious, yet successful years. For a split second, panic started to creep up my spine. My band was on their own. No more big record company to take the hit, no more knowledgeable producers, no more financial net to fall back on… It was all on our shoulders.
However, just as quickly as the panic descended, the anger of what Volturi Records had put us through over those four years started to grow. It bloomed, expanding so big that the panic was no longer there. Four years of pretending to be something I wasn’t. Four years of jumping through needless, humiliating hoops. Four years of fighting to keep our music pure, untouched, un-fucked-with. And four years of that condescending, Aston Martin-driving, cheesy-ponytail-wearing, evil fucking bastard.
He’d made us compromise ourselves, our beliefs, our vision of what Radiant Eclipse meant to us. We’d had to fight and scratch and push back to keep some things the way we wanted, but he always seemed to weasel something out of us. He always seemed to manipulate the situation in order to get his way.
That shit was over.