Between Us (The Renegade Saints #3) Read Online Free Page B

lesson we had learned all too well. Inevitably, shit started going down. Way down. For all intents and purposes, we were still kids when we hit it big. I’m not certain the adult version of ourselves could’ve fared much better, but the young punk versions all imploded. We went from curfews to coke parties in the blink of an eye, and shit went sour from there.
    The fallout is on us, one hundred percent. We’re grateful to every fan we have because without a doubt, they changed our lives for the better. It was never about the fans—the problem has always been the excess tied to fame. Hell, we didn’t embrace it—we ran at it like fucking bulls in a china shop, each of us fucking shit up along the way. The further into it we got, the more disconnected we were with reality. We were lucky to find our way back from the edge, both separately and together. We’ve all agreed it’s time to cash in our chips and start the next chapter of our lives.
    We’re taking the next step together. Flynn, Gavin, and Tyson have been my best friends and business partners for over a decade. I’ll never stop wanting to create with them. I think our collaboration is what I was born to do professionally, so staying together works for all of us.
    Even though we’re “retiring,” it’s important for us to do as much as we can for the fans. They made us and we know it, so we’re going hardcore to give them back as much as we can. With them in mind, we decided to go out with a bang. By this, I mean a balls to the fucking wall tour, an autobiography and a documentary will all be part of the farewell package. We’ll be spending the next year giving it our all, one last time.
    I’m down for it, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit a part of me is scared of what all this change will mean going forward. When it’s all over and the last note has been played in the stadium, I’m going to be stationary for the first time in my adult life. My fuck and roll style of living isn’t going to come as easily. On tour, it’s easy to hit it and quit it, but it’s going to be a hell of a lot harder to do once I’m off the road permanently. People will expect return phone calls and dates—and I’ve never been about those entanglements.
    I’ve got some time to prepare for the change, so hopefully by then I’ll be ready for the adjustment. Until then, I’ve got business to attend to. Today’s the day our autobiography gets under way. Actually, it started yesterday with Gavin, Flynn and our manager, but today Tyson and I are meeting the biographer at a sushi restaurant. Flynn and Gavin both thought the biographer, Ian something or other, was cool, which is a plus. If we’re all going to be honest, the people we open up to need to be on point.
    Tyson has a hard time talking about shit and we’re not sure how open he’s prepared to be this early on. I’m along with him today for moral support, and also to be an asshole if this Ian guy tries to dig where Tyson isn’t ready for the soil to be disturbed. This kind of “I’ve got your back” thing usually frustrates Ty, so him not giving me shit for being his back-up tells me he’s way more anxious about all this than he’s letting on.
    I picked him up from his house right on time, and we’ve listened to a few demo CDs from bands we’re considering signing during the drive. We’ve already got one in the chamber, a band called The Chaps. We’re not really looking hard for band number two, but we don’t want to miss something great, so we’re keeping our ears open.
    Ty and I haven’t spoken about the biography at all during the drive. I’m letting him take the lead and speak up if he wants to discuss it with me. Bottom line, he isn’t being forced into doing something he doesn’t want to do. When the idea of doing the autobiography and the documentary came up, he had been one of the first people to say it was a great idea. Flynn, Gavin and I all tried to shoot the biography in particular