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♬  ·   ── CLOSED STARTER.

{ @haileystclaire​ }​

It was late after a show in a popular venue in Houston with Plush being on tour. Enzo found himself purposely stumbling towards Hailey’s hotel room that evening, swinging his leather jacket over his shoulder and ambling until he found her penthouse suite. His feelings for the lead singer were becoming intense—so intense—that couldn’t think, eat, or sleep properly without being consumed by impure thoughts of her.

Gently he tapped against the closed door with his other hand perched on the frame to steady his lanky form. A combination of drugs and alcohol flowed through his system causing a hazy cloud to form over his senses. Even still, he needed to see more of Hailey that not. His fix of her was never quite enough, no matter how much he got.

“Hailey...it’s me, Enzo,” his voice rang out melodically followed by a series of incessant knocks.

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“I loved Jack! But Jack didn’t love me back…”

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Find Our Way Home

@plushsang

Another night and another city; that was the life of a rock star who’s career was at the peak of its climax. Plush was just finishing up a performance at a popular club in Chicago. The lights went dark but the crowd continued to chant encore before the band could even make it out the back stairwell. The awaiting limo was ready to roll, along with joints and drinks already prepared for the taking. As adrenaline continued to coarse through his veins, Enzo climbed inside of the limo, squeezing into a spot next to Hayley. There were discussions of extending the tour and heading to Louisiana, but nothing set in stone. Annie had dollar signs rolling through her brain and wanted to keep the band circulating in and out of clubs as often as possible. Once the chatter died down after the party favors began to kick in, Enzo turned to Hayley and said in a half whisper, “Want to keep me company tonight?” The thought of returning to LA was causing him more grief than he needed in his ever busy mind. Back in LA meant Hayley had her family - the twins and Carter - which left little room for Enzo and his constant neediness. “We can stay up and watch old movies. I have this delicious moon shine I made that tastes like apple pie. You wouldn’t even know there’s a lick of alcohol in it. It’s like a dessert in a glass,” he grinned in anticipation. Enzo had a way of persuading people into doing what he asked, even if a little extra prodding was necessary to make it happen.

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“Ever have one of those nights where you are so tired but when you close your eyes you can’t sleep because thoughts keep creeping into your mind that won’t relent? I’m having one of those nights. Maybe one of those weeks,” Enzo admitted while leaning against a plush sofa in his hotel room.

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The devil mask’s his prey With a musky scent of illusion Chasing down to the core Hopeless to get away.

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                                         CRY me a  r i v e r  ( to drown you in )                                 BLEED me an  o c e a n  ( tears aren’t enough )

                                BUILD me a  b r i d g e  ( with your corpse )                                & WALK all over  y o u  ( like you did to me )

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                                        i’m gonna GET you                                     ( and you’re gonna be mine. )                                         i’m gonna KEEP you                                      ( and you’re gonna be fine. )                                         i’m gonna LOVE you                                  ( and you’re gonna love me back. )

                                          and if you DON’T?                                    ( well, let’s not talk about that. )

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