There are some things that are just known…like rituals of
life that take place…no rhyme or reason you can take them for granted and just
go through the motions…those things. Like the fact that Stevie J. Cole can
write…not just write but connect you to douchebags that you wonder how you fell
in love with…at the end you are swooning and cheering on drug addicted,
womanizing ass munches because…well because she intertwines them into your
heart and you just accept it none the wiser.
That is what happened not only with Jag but with Rush…my
personal favorite. You meet him winding down from a romp, but this romp is
different…this one he likes, wants more with, but she is the one girl that just
can’t be that simple. Watching these two not only grow and mature, but being
able to see past the façade of fame and look straight into the heart of a man,
through the love of a good woman. I loved it…from the crazy ass backstage
antics to the stolen looks, the meant to be’s were just waiting for the right
time to just be.
Reality looks different on stage in front of thousands and
is really a far cry when you move backstage. But when you see who you want to
be staring back at you…the lifestyle that once held so much seems hollow,
following this journey of growth was amazing…and really who doesn’t love a self
absorbed rock-star? Love em’
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