Spotlight

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***Tristan's POV***

Three months had passed since the hospital had decided I was fit to be released. I had been going to regular rehabilitation sessions for my hand but it was already clear that there was no going back to being in a band with three of my best friends.

The end of August was nearing and the hot weather was beginning to cool down. I had spent the entire summer inside writing on my laptop. I had been questioning my life over the past few months – so I had contacted a publishing company who set me up to write an autobiography about my own life and struggles living in the spotlight since I was just a young teenager. I was now twenty two and had sold out stadiums around the world in my short life.

It only took me eight weeks over the summer to complete the autobiography about myself. I hired a team of writers that would write what I spoke. With one hand working properly, I was physically unable to write anything in any amount of time.

I settled down back in my house along the coast of L.A. Occasionally, I was visited by the boys who brought me over snacks and treats – but over time the company quieted down and my house was full of writers whom I had to feed over late nights.

I was physically unable to move my right hand. Yes, small movements were applicable but mainly my fingers were immobilized. Sometimes at night it would break me down that I would never get to play the guitar again. Music was my heart and soul.

I began thinking up ideas on how I would continue to make a revenue to keep my life stable. Acting was the only backup I had from my music career, therefore I had to turn back to it. Although, after my stunt in the television series Spotlight, directors were avoiding hiring me as I had been quite a jerk on the set of the last show. I tried to show people I had changed and that I could keep an acting job, but most companies looked the other way when it came to me auditioning.

That brought me to another topic; Mae Parker.

After our reconnection stint in New York City, she was cast into a movie about surfers along the coast. She had been filming on the coast of L.A., yet I had neglected from visiting the set.

She was living her best life, and like old times – I didn't want to be the cup that stifled her flame. I could see the set from my deck, I occasionally watched her train up to be the surfer the movie made her out to be.

The movie was going to be a blockbuster sell out which suddenly meant the roles were reversed back to when we met. I was now the nobody while she was soaking up the limelight.

We hadn't been in much contact lately. Our time in New York is something I still think about to this day, but I knew her heart was in the city. There was no chance she would move to the coast to spend a lifetime and a half with me. I couldn't expect her to.

So, there I sat with my hand that wasn't working. I pulled out a deck chair to the balcony with a cup of hot tea. I had been given the final write up of my autobiography in paper form. I placed the cup of tea and the paper on the deck bench while I reached for my pen. I had to learn how to write with my left hand and lately – I was surprisingly improving.

I looked along the beach a few miles down and saw the daily surfers heading out, which consisted of Mae and her co-stars. I smiled proudly to myself as I sat back and collected the paper draft of my autobiography.

Taking a sip of the hot tea, I clicked the end of the pen and prepared to write over the things I wanted changed in my autobiography.

The autobiography that covered the entire story of a sad boy who fell in love at the wrong place and the wrong time.