Free Hell Bent (Rock Bottom #1) by Katheryn Kiden Page A

the other side of the glass. They don’t seem to care as they watch me make a fool out of myself, but I’m still really glad that I decided not to go with the first song we wrote the other night.
    “We’re gonna send Jameson in just to round out the sound a bit right now and then we can layer other stuff in later.”
    I agree because I know the song sounds better with more than one guitar but it’s usually Izzy playing beside me. I shake it off because I know I’m going to have to get used to doing this a different way. Just like getting used to singing like I did with Moist Wood, it’s something I have to adjust to. I need to get myself to think that I’m going to crush this like I do everything else instead of thinking that I’m going to tank like I have been.
    Closing my eyes, I let myself fall into the music like I did the other night with Izzy, but something feels off. I’m still stiff and keep missing chords. We make it halfway through before Abby stops us and has me start over again. I take a deep breath but do it all over again. This time, something inside of me makes me open my eyes before I’m even halfway through the first verse. Instead of Abby occupying the seat in front of the sound board, Izzy has taken her spot. I want to ask questions about why she is still fighting with her family, but I figure I shouldn’t waste time and make an ass out of myself. Raising an eyebrow, she smirks at me, challenging me without a word. Whatever I was having an issue with before disappears, and I can’t help but think it has something to do with Izzy being the one I see on the other side of the glass.

Something tickles my upper lip, waking me up. I try to ignore whatever it is because this is the most sleep I’ve had in a while, but it happens again. Scrubbing my hands over my face, I try to keep my eyes closed but the snorting coming from the other side of the room worries me. The second I look at them, Jason, AJ, and Jameson drop their heads and try to hide their laughter. 
    Suspicious...
    I reach to grab a slice of cold pizza from the table beside me and Izzy, who up until this moment was sitting cross-legged in her chair and working, snorts. Her body shakes as she tries to hide her laughter, but she fails and ends up dropping her head into her hands.
    “You fuckers are scaring me.”
    Willow drops down on the other end of the couch and shakes her head. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to fall asleep at a party?”
    “Oh, shit.” I scramble to get my phone out of my pocket, ignoring the massive amounts of notifications that do nothing but remind me that I need a manager, and hit the camera button. The second they know I’ve seen their handy work, all hell breaks loose, and the room fills with roaring laughter. Somehow, when I was passed out they managed to take markers and draw ridiculous things on my face. There are at least four cocks, the word pussy across my left cheek, cumstain written across my forehead, and when I realize they did something to my eyelids I close one and realize they turned my eyes into tits. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?”
    Izzy spins in her chair so she can see me. Her eyes are glassy and filled with tears, but at least they’re from laughing this time. Running her hand through her hair to get it off her face, she bites her lip. “You haven’t shaken your head yet, have you?”
    I narrow my eyes at her which does absolutely nothing but make them all laugh harder. Stupidly, I shake my head, and it’s like a damn blizzard as glitter flies everywhere.
    “Oh, motherfuckers, I look like I dove head first into a stripper’s glitter-filled twat.” Pinning her with a glare, I shake my head slowly. “There’s a special place in hell for you.”
    “Yeah, I know. It’s called the throne,” she tells me with a smug grin.
    “You’ve got that right.”
    “Do they actually do that?” Izzy asks, her voice breaking through the laughter. “Do you have enough hands-on