Temperance's POV
"Slicing your face was my greatest joy," I screeched out to a screaming writing crowd. The band behind me was on fire. "I am forever dead in your arms," I sang. The crowd ate it right up as they formed a giant mosh pit. I glanced at Jeff as he stepped towards the crowd and played for all the ones in the front row, craning to touch his legs. I finished the song. "Hey, mother fuckers!" I screamed, and the crowd roared, and everything went black.
I opened my eyes and remembered where I was. I growled with anger when I realized I was on the bed and scrambled off of it. I sat on the couch and looked around the room. It looked like they were trying too hard to please a woman. What with the pink accents and the flowers everywhere.
'Gideon did it for you,' Tarja offere
