After a night of heavy drinking in L.A, Miranda finds herself waking up completely naked beside the world famous Satellite Patrol lead vocalist, Hugo Saintclare. She wakes up with no memories on how she ended up having sex with the handsome crooner. Realizing that she gave up her virginity to the charming vocalist, she felt ashamed of herself for things that she doesn’t know what she could have done with Hugo during their steamy and drunken one night stand. Out of embarrassment and the blurry details, she tried to push it out of her head by moving on and never told anyone. Seven years later, fate plays with her and Hugo, they end up meeting each other again. Knowing how things ended when she left seven years ago, she was scared of the possible changes this will cause in her life together with Benedict. Will there be a second chance for something they had or will it remain as something that is beautifully unfinished? "One steamy night full of lust. One mistake never expected."
"Come on Randy. It's going to be fun!" Nina whines as she tries to pull me off of my hotel bed.
"Nina, I really don't want to go to any parties here in L.A.” I answered while groaning in pain. “It's too noisy. It's too loud and crowded. And, I’m sick. Like really really sick." I explained.
"First of all, that's what parties are for. Second, we're all going to college after this summer, we need to get ready for more parties to come. And three, you're totally fine!" Nina says sarcastically as she puts on her mascara.
My friends were all into parties and I don't even know why in hell we became friends in the first place. In high school, people would always ask why I became friends with them since I don’t even physically belong in their circle. I think it all started in liking the same things but even if people questioned the friendship I had with them throughout in high school, I enjoyed their company.
I even heard that they were only keeping me because I looked nerdy and pretty girls in high school always needs to have an ugly friend to make them stand out. I didn’t really mind it.
But despite our attitude and personality differences, we had the same interest on one thing.
Satellite Patrol, the biggest band on the planet and have been often subject to fan hysteria.
They propelled to global success by social media and had topped charts in most major markets and generated big hit singles since they came out. They are so popular all over the world and broke history when their first four albums debuted at number one.
Satellite Patrol’s first tour two years ago was the highest-grossing concert tour, the highest-grossing tour by a band in history next to The Beetles and the 12th highest-grossing concert tour of all time grossing $320.8 million.
They are the best-selling band of all time having sold a total of 90 million records worldwide. They won 250 awards from awards’ shows and won a lot of females’ hearts all over the world. Forbes ranked them as the second highest-earning celebrities in the world in three consecutive years.
"Jeez Rands!” Beth chimes while shaking her head. “We're here to have fun for this vacation. We've saved up for this trip for an entire year. Now don't be a party-kill."
"I'm not." I defended myself.
"Yeah you are. You missed that SatPat concert we attended yesterday ‘cause of that stupid tummy ache and no one would ever." She scolds me.
I did feel a little disappointed that I missed it.
“I mean…” She continues. “Miss out something as huge as a Satellite Patrol concert over a stupid tummy ache."
"I would still go there no matter what.” Beth chimes. “Even it means I'd shit on where I am seated or even if I am on my deathbed, I would still go.”
I chuckles softly as I thought to myself how would you be able to enjoy a concert when you’re sick?
"Exactly my point!” Nina seconded. “You had to sell your ticket and miss the fun. Now don't tell me you're not going with us for a party tonight. You're always such a bummer, you know."
"I'm not!" The more defensive I am, the more I realize that I've always been a party-kill. All those times they asked me to party with them, I always had had reasons to miss it. Both intentional and unintentional, of course. Well, I have had my fair share of excuses here and there.