The noise was filling the house, echoing down the halls, it was deafening. Every limb was connected to something, her feet on the befalls of the high-hat and the bass, her hand tightly gripping her sticks as they flew across the many drums and cymbals sitting in front of her. Everything was hit fast and hard, all of her anger was made into sound with each hit of her stick, every pedal being pushed, an angry fast-paced drum solo, all her frustration translating itself into loud booming drum sounds and clinking, clanging cymbal sounds. The noise had drawn Rian to the door of the practice room, he pushed open the door to find Jacey sitting behind the kit playing with enough rage to fuel the next world war. Her hands tightly gripping her sticks, blood smeared on her snare, and across her sticks but she still didn't let up and just kept playing. She didn't even notice him walk up to the kit and place one hand on he crash cymbal and the other on her bloodied snare. Just inches before her stick hit his hand, she stopped and looked up.
"What are you doing?!!", she blurted out angrily as she tossed her sticks on top of her floor tom. "What do YOU think you're doing?! You're bleeding Jace!" , Rian said as he walked around the kit to examine his sister's bloody hands. She shrugged, "It doesn't matter, I'll tape it up. I'm fine." He groaned, "You're not fine. What the duck are you doing!? I know you said you needed to practice more but this is a bit much." She rolled her eyes and turned away, "Don't you have anything better to do?" He crossed his arms over his chest, "Not when my sister is hurt, wand going on Jace? Talk to me." She got up and walked over to the leather couch, plopping down on it as she carefully ran a finger across the torn, blistered, skin on her palm. Rian grabbed the first aide kit out of the desk drawer and sat beside her.
"Jacey, come on.", he muttered as he cleaned her wounds. She stared at her hands, watching as he tended to her injuries, "You haven't even seen it, have you?" Rian stopped and furrowed his brows in confusion, "Seen what?" She reached over to the table beside the couch and tossed the folded up magazine at him. He picked it up and started reading the doggie eared article page. From memory she recited the article, "Music's Hot or Not, what we love and what we hate about this season's stars. All Time Low has always been a favorite whether we're talking about the dreamy lead singer, Alex ..the tall dark and handsome Guitarist Jack, the muscular and mysterious bassist Zack or the 50 shades of sexy drummer Rian. But little Dawson is definitely on our not list. Jacey Dawson much like her older brother is a drummer, she's been playing since she was a kid and just like big brother she's got the talent to match but what she's also got a bad attitude. Little Dawson has been ATL's backstage buddy for years but is she just using her brother's fame to help out her career? Stealing your brother's thunder and insulting his fans? Not hot. Jacey Dawson is just another Pop Punk wanna be trying to live off her the fame of her family name. Sorry Little Dawson but you're off out list, but hey there's always next time..that is if you've got talent behind your brother's shadow.....Did I miss anything?", Jacey said a bit coldly. Rian's jaw dropped a bit, "Jace..I can't believe they would write something like this about you.." She shrugged, "I mean hey they're right. I'm a talentless hack who lives in my big brother's shadow because Rian Dawson is a rock legend and Jacey Dawson is just the little girl that got to sit backstage and watch it happen." Rian tossed aside the magazine, "Stop.", he muttered as he took hold of her hand and bandaged her wounds. "You
