was thirty pounds lighter, my arm was broken, and I had a coll

Austin. The silence on that plane was

to a press conference. Dylan stood at t

meras. "It was a terrifying ordeal. He wandered off against our expli

e explosions, sending me right back to the riot. I flin

," Dylan continued smoothly, "Miller Records will be making a one-

as a PR stunt. Cleaning

e side. She wouldn't look at me. H

place I had called home for two

u look like a homeless person. You embarrassed me. You em

weeks. I stumbled into the kitchen, my body

s from the pantry and threw it at me. It hit my chest and burst open

sneered. "Eat

my knees. My hands, still trembling, started scooping the pretzels off the floor and shoving them

at her, my

ew level of revulsion. She looked at me like

hat muddy field in Eastern Europe. This thing on the floor, eating lik