After our first cd started climbing the charts and Dragon Link began to get noticed, the public started to eat us up. Our first tour was sold out midway through just as our third song reached number one. Everyone wanted a piece of us and anything we touched. Anyone who ever knew us sold us out to the highest bidder, including my mother. In the mist of it, I started to notice they were mostly focused on me either from being the lead singer or on account of my father. The more trouble I was in the more press I received. It’s hard to go out in public with the paparazzi waiting to take pictures of me and write their next piece on what I did, who I was with, what I was wearing and coming up with what they thought I was really up to.

“You’re kidding me right? They are not going to drop us from a little trouble here and there. Come on Aid, were are rockers….you know sex, drugs, rock ‘n roll? We are releasing a second cd and starting the tour next we.” Aiden is just staring at me with a stone cold face. I see the seriousness in his eyes as he crosses his arms, “Okay, okay, you have my attention.”

“Your publicist has been helping me come up ways to better your image. Get the real you out there, the talented musician and not just some diva party bad girl. We came to a conclusion and pitched it to the head of the label and he agreed with it.” He reached into his brief case and withdrew what appeared to be a contract and placed it on the table.

“You’re not like going to make me read to third graders or feed the poor are you?” Nope, not even a smile. Looking around, finally voicing “How come the band isn’t here for this, too?”

“Ash, this is serious. What I have here is a contract and if you don’t agree to this you are out of the band.” I open my mouth and he cuts me off. “ You heard me correctly, you will be out of the band. Everyone in the band has all signed this and agreed upon it; they love you but they will continue with or without you. Dragon Link will live on. I know this is a shock but I have been warning you and that is coming from your friend and manager. Ashley, you are so much better then what you come a crossed as. Your smart, funny, lovable and actually a real sweetheart not to mention one hell of a friend. ” Placing my aviator sunglasses on my eyes, I release one single tear as he slides the paper to me, “We are bringing in someone to document the release of the new cd through the entire tour and each month to come an episode will be aired. What you see before you is a release form for it amended in your original contract along with a clause that you clean up your act. All this is legal and it is all or nothing. They are not saying you need to stop living your life, just need to stop being so careless and out of control. Signing this means, no more fights, or destruction of property. You land yourself in jail one more time and you violated your contract. This is your dream Ash, you have worked to hard to throw it all away.”

Looks like I really don’t have a choice. Looking down at the pages, I see that my band mates have already gone ahead and signed. Fuck, they did this last week. It adds up, we had a canceled practice, which was claimed to be due to everyone coming down with the flu or something or other. Cowards! Sign or not sign, dream or not dream, live or not live. “Fine, give me the pen.” It weighs heavy in my hand as I begin to sign every place there is a post it to sign. One last signature…… and with adding the date, finished. I am more then just an image! I am Ashley Fucking Davies……