Jordan was disgusted at himself for letting someone talk in such a way about his close friends but his desire for fame and fortune was too strong and ignored his friends’ honor and listened intently. “But we DO see promise in you Jordan” Suit # 2 exclaimed. “You got a certain look, a grunginess we haven’t seen since the likes of Cobain.” “What we are basically trying to say…” interrupted Suit # 3, “is that we want you, and you alone. We are offering you a deal straight up. We know your talent and we know what you can do. We cant wait for very long for an answer so we will basically give you a week. You know how to find us let us know.” The answer was easy for Jordan. He was in, as much as it pained him in the stomach to tell his friends this, he knew he was on his way. His friends were not happy and rightfully so Jordan thought. The breakup of Starscream was not on good terms as the bandmates parted ways with Jordan. As a solo artist Jordan was able to find great success. The fans, especially the female aspect ate Jordan up. They saw a rebirth of the grunge movement of the nineties. Now we see Jordan blankly staring into an audience that had been supporting his every move up until a drunk fan decided to test the patience of the rock icon and hurled a bottle at his head. This couldn’t have come at a worse time. This was the first time he headlined a tour and this was an opening show. He was barely into his third song when it happened.
“Holy shit they aren’t moving. What the hell am I doing?! Just pick up the guitar and start playing! Its not hard, you know how! Michael would be laughing so hard right now I can already see it. There goes my chance with the blonde in section F. Where is my guitar anyway? What is it doing over near the drummer?! What is his name? Wow, is it bad that I cant remember my bandmate’s names? What did pop always used to say back in the pharmacy? If you want something done right you have to do it yourself. He wasn’t very creative with his wisdom, most of it sounded like he took it straight from television shows he used to watch, wow he loved television now that I think about it. Im bleeding, understandably. That was a Heineken bottle, those things are thick as hell! Maybe if I start strumming the single! No that wont work you idiot, you didn’t save it for last again. Your manager tells you over and over to save the hit single for last and you never listen. Now when you could really use a familiar song to save this runaway train of a show, you already played it! Wait did we play, “Sacred lie?” They love that song right? Wasn’t as big as “Bone” but hey, it got a great reaction in Chicago. We are in New York aren’t we? Don’t most east coaster think alike? How long have I been standing here thinking? They still haven’t moved, cant have been too long. Good Jordan, you finally got your guitar on. At least your motor skills still work. Play the opening licks! Ok great they recognize the song, that’s a good start. I just pray I remember the lyrics.Wait do I come in before or after the drums. I hate this band.”
After Jordan’s long battle with his inner thoughts he started playing a fan favorite that the fans did not expect…they were his again. He had recovered just in time. But the fact that he was not playing with the people who had helped get him where he was today, the people he cared for made the roar of the crowd all the more bitter.