Chapter Two: A Little Piece of Hell
"Fifteen minutes, Diablo."
The backstage hand poked his head around the door of the Diablo dressing
room, casting the inhabitants a smile, then disappearing back out the way
he'd come. It was a buzzing Friday night, and Diablo were playing the final
date of a recent Californian tour, back in Los Angeles itself. Though from
Connecticut originally, the five piece band had settled well into the west
coast state, and Los Angeles marked their strongest fanbase. Consequently
the venue was sold out, and the warm up act, Ghost, had already got the crowd
whipped up and excited.
"I wish they wouldn't do that."
Singer Madeleine Dacourt grimaced, taking a sip of mineral water and setting
her bottle down. "It makes me nervous when we get those kind of stage calls."
"I suppose it's to ensure none of us are having a call of nature when a
call of backstage comes through." Clayton Blake, the group's British born
drummer observed in amused, scots tinted tones. "Besides, Maddy, it helps
to know how much longer we're stuck back here. Don't you want to get out there
and perform?"
"Yes, that's just the thing." Madeleine responded. "I hate sitting around
and waiting."
"I think we all do." Luca Ranieri, Diablo's other singer and bass guitarist
remarked. "Maddy, mind if I swipe your evian?"
"Be my guest." Madeleine handed the bottle over. "It's gonna be hot as
heck out there under the lights."
"Oh, will you shut the hell up?"
Stefana glanced up from where she was filing her nails, fixing the singer
with a poisonous glare. "We have to sit and put up with your whining, and
it's giving me a headache, if you really wanna know. If you hate hanging
around backstage so much, noone made you stick with the band. It's not like
you're indispensable."
"And Steffi's feeling the tension, too." Clay looked amused. "Cool it,
little girl. We're all wound up and ready to go, so save your wildcat act
for the guitar, okay?"
"You can shut your mouth too, Clay Blake." Stefana snapped back, tossing
her nailfile in his direction. "Quit treating me like a kid! I'm twenty four
this year, unless you'd damn well forgotten!"
"Stef, cool it." The final member of the group, keyboardist Marissa Young
put a gentle arm on her friend's, casting her a smile. "He just does it
to wind you up."
"Well, he shouldn't, unless he wants to find my fist in his face." Stefana
muttered. "He treats me like I'm his kid sister and I'm so not!"
"Nope, you're mine - does that mean I can wind you up instead?" Luca asked
her good-naturedly. Stefana swore, rolling her eyes.
"No, you treat me like you're my goddamn father." She retorted. "I'm sick
of the lot of you - I'm gonna go hang backstage till we're on, okay? You
all suck, anyway."
With that she pushed her way past her brother, leaving the dressing room.
Madeleine rolled her eyes.
"Brat." She murmured. "I don't know how you just stick her attitude, Luca."
"Well, she's my sister, and I promised Dad before he died that I'd watch
out for her." Luca shrugged. "Besides, she always gets angry and snappish
before we perform. I think it's her way of dealing with her nerves."
"Stef is always angry and snappish." Clay said dryly. "So that kinda doesn't
wash, Luca. Maddy's right, she is a brat...she still acts the little girl,
and so long as she does that, I'm gonna treat her like it."
"I wish you wouldn't." Marissa looked troubled. "It just causes more tension,
and makes the atmosphere difficult, Clay. Stef's hot tempered and volatile,
true, but she's also a talented musician and we need her. Besides, I think
that your teasing doesn't help anything. She's very proud and she doesn't
like being treated like a kid." "Then she shouldn't throw temper tantrums."
Clay shrugged, unrepentant. "I don't care if she hasn't had a cigarette
since whenever, or she's nervous about this or that. You always make excuses
for the kid, Mari, and I'm sorry, you can't excuse everything she does.
She's a spoiled brat, pure and simple." He cast Luca a glance. "No offence
to your family."
"No, you're right." Luca looked pensive. "Dad spoiled her rotten, then
he died and Mom and Stef were daggers drawn all the way. I know it doesn't
excuse her actions sometimes, guys, but she has had a rough time of it.
After she kicked Stef out, Mom pretty much pretended she never had a daughter
at all. It's the kind of thing that messes up a kid bad, stuff like that."
"Noone's contesting the fact she had a difficult childhood, Luca." Madeleine
said gently. "But you had the same childhood and turned out fine, so it
really doesn't excuse her behaviour."
"Mom never denied that I existed. She was proud of what I did at college,
and I think Stef resented it." Luca responded. "I'm sorry she lets off steam
like she does, but she's my sister and I'm gonna stick by her. Mari's right
that Diablo do need her, and I know she's trouble sometimes, but well, that's
just how she is."
"It would do Steffi a lot of good if she was less well informed about her
own ability on the guitar." Clay observed shrewdly. "But far be it from
me to dictate how she lives her life." He glanced at his watch. "We might
as well head backstage and make sure the kid hasn't wrecked things or thrown
another tantrum, I suppose. Anyone with me?"
"Sure. It's hot and stuffy in here anyhow." Madeleine slipped off the unit
she had been perched on, nodding her head. "Mari, Luca?"
"Okay." Marissa agreed. "The sooner we get out there, the better, in truth.
The place is really packed, if everyone's to be believed, and I love playing
sellout shows. We've had one hell of a tour, and this is gonna be the perfect
final show."
"The last two nights in LA have been pretty good." Luca reflected, as the
quartette made their way backstage. "But I suppose that, since this is the
last one and a Friday night to boot, it's gonna be the wild one." He grinned.
"Bring it on, that's what I say. I never dreamed Diablo could get to these
heights, but it sure beats playing in the garage!"
"Oh, does it ever." Madeleine giggled. "Hell, I'll take Stef and her tantrums
over going back to that!"
"I think we all would. This way, we have a vehicle that works, instead
of Luca's junkheap van." Clay looked amused. "That thing failed more tests
than it passed, and I swear he used to patch it up with anything he found
lying about the house."
"Ohh, so that's where my old keyboard went." Marissa pursed her lips, blue
eyes dancing. "I wondered."
"Well, erm, actually..." Luca grinned. "I didn't touch the keyboard, Mari,
but the stand came in useful to prop up the front seat."
"I knew it!" Marissa laughed.
"Klepto Luca strikes again." Clay remarked. Luca shrugged.
"Well, she was gonna send it to the dump. Why should I waste it?" He asked
good-naturedly. "It gave that front seat great support."
Stefana was waiting in the wings when the other four musicians arrived,
and she observed their merry chatter with a dark glower. She had little time
for either Clay or Maddy, and it did not help that she knew they both held
her in low esteem. She was a gifted guitarist, but her reckless and unpredictable
behaviour often meant that her performances could go from average to exceptional.
As Clay had once remarked, you never knew till you hit the stage which Stefana
you were going to get.
It was not long before the band were ushered onstage to cheers and screams,
and Luca called out a greeting as the band launched into their most recent
top ten hit. He was the group's frontman, as amiable as his sister was hostile,
and his charismatic, generous nature had attracted a large number of adoring
local fans.
Stefana herself had long since been labelled Diablo's "little piece of
hell" by the Los Angeles press, and that night it was easy to see how she
got her nickname. Her expression black as thunder, she attacked her solos
with angry vehemence, and, despite her obvious fit of temper, she was determined
to show everyone - Clay and Maddy in particular - exactly how badly the group
needed her riffs and melody lines.
"Stef's rocking the stage tonight." Marissa murmured to Clay, as they took
a break in their set, and Luca once more addressed the crowd. "She looks
like she might kill someone, but her playing is on fire."
"That's how it usually is, but I'll take her temper if she can give us
this kind of a show for it." Clay responded, twirling his sticks and casting
her a grin. "See? My winding her up does have a good effect, after all.
She never plays as fiesty as this when she's in a reasonable temper."
"Lately she's rarely in that." Marissa frowned, but before the conversation
could go further, Luca had signalled to the drummer to begin the intro for
the next song, and the group's attention returned to the task at hand.
Stefana, for her part, was barely aware of where she was. Still angry and
resentful over the attitude of her group and - as she saw it - their deliberate
attempt to freeze her out, she was more focused on getting her own back
than she was on the crowds of fans or the banners bearing her name. Stefana's
wild and dangerous image had attracted almost as many fans as Luca's good-natured
one, and usually she revelled in the attention, but that night she was feeling
particularly ill-used.
"Aaron's getting married, Clay's treating me like I'm four, Maddy's being
a stuck up snooty bitch, pretending she's so much cleverer than me." She
muttered, fingering chords at furious speed as she did so, for she knew each
song so well she could play them in her sleep. "Luca's sleeping with that
Gabor bitch Emily and Mari's all sweet and sickly and 'oh, congratulations,
Copper, when's the big day?' about things at the moment. Rory Llewelyn is
a smug jerk, and how in hell am I going to pay that creepazoid dealer when
I don't even have enough money in the bank to pay my week's worth of cigarettes?"
Casting her a sidelong glance, Luca knew they would likely be in for a
rough night of it, after the show. He sighed inwardly.
He loved his sister dearly, but he worried about her, too. Though he did
not know about her ever more encroaching drug habit, he often feared what
Stefana might get herself involved in. Six months earlier, she had narrowly
escaped being charged by the FBI for her involvement in a vandalism attack
on rival music company Misfit Music, the company for which local darlings
Jewel played, and since then he had hoped for her to tame down her wild
behaviour. He had been somewhat disappointed, however, for if anything her
temper fits had become more frequent and her general attitude more hostile
since then. Though the FBI interrogation had knocked her for six for a few
days, she had not let it bother her for long, and Luca genuinely feared one
day that he would get a call from authorities telling him his sister was
dead as a result of some brawl or other.
"I promised Dad I'd take care of her, but I didn't know how big a job that
was gonna be." He mused, as he watched her play a complicated guitar solo
without missing a note. "I wish I understood better what goes on inside
that head of hers, but she's been more distant with me since Emily and I
got it together seriously, and I don't know if she even talks to Marissa
these days. Something surely has to give, and I'm not sure Maddy and Clay
will take too much more of her prima-donna behaviour."
The show was a big success and, after three encores, the band headed backstage
to the dressing room, each one of them drained.
"That was hot, wild, and just plain crazy." Madeleine took a long sip of
Evian, dropping down onto the unit. "I love it when it's like that, but
it takes so much out of you!"
"We were sure rocking tonight." Luca agreed. "Stef, you were fab...you
even pulled off that new riff we added into Heartbreaker last time we played
it live - I didn't know you were gonna go for that."
"I was proving a point." Stefana said darkly. "You guys think you can do
without me and freeze me out, and you can't...so remember it, okay?"
"Noone said that we either wanted to or could be without you, Stef." Marissa
said gently. "We all know you're important to the band, so you don't need
to prove yourself to anyone."
"Tell that to Miss Know It All over there." Stefana jerked her head violently
in Madeleine's direction. "She seems to think so."
"Actually, Stef, I think you'll find it was you who said the band didn't
need me." Madeleine said coolly. "And to be quite honest with you, I don't
feel the need to prove myself. I know what I can do, and I don't need to fish
for praise."
"Bitch." Stefana spat out. "You think you're so clever. Well, you might
be able to sing, Madeleine Dacourt, but you sure as hell ain't a musician,
so don't you forget it! Any sucker can sing - when you can play guitar riffs
and read music, then you can act all superior."
She fished her cigarettes out of her bag. "I'll meet you all by the car.
I want a smoke and the company here stinks."
"That's the second time she's walked out on us tonight." Clay remarked
dryly, as the door banged shut behind her. "I wonder if she's trying to
make another point."
"Yeah, that she's psycho." Madeleine grimaced. "Luca, can't you do something?
I mean, did I do anything to deserve that little onslaught?"
"No, you didn't, and I will talk to her, but I don't guarantee she'll listen."
Luca sighed. "She never does."
"I'll talk to her." Marissa offered. "Maybe I can calm her down."
Stefana was indeed out the back of the building, having lit up a cigarette
as she paced moodily up and down the concrete. The car had not yet arrived
to collect them and take them home, and, in her current unreasonable frame
of mind, she felt it yet another slight. She leant up against the wall, taking
a drag on the cigarette and putting her hand to her buzzing head. The volume
of the music had made it ache and spin and she fervently wished that she'd
been able to bring her stimulants backstage, but she knew only too well how
stringent the venue was, and she was too cautious to risk getting caught,
for she knew exactly what Luca's reaction would be if he knew she was mixed
up in drugs.
"He might even throw me out of the band." She mused, rubbing her temples.
"God I feel awful. Goddamn Maddy and her screeching voice - she's giving
me one hell of a headache, the stupid bitch."
"Stef?"
The voice from the darkness startled her and she swung around, casting
Marissa a hostile look.
"What do you want?" She demanded.
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Marissa said softly. "You've
been kinda off tonight, and you're pale as anything. Are you feeling all right?"
"No, I feel like crap, if you wanna know." Stefana snapped. "My head's
aching, I'm exhausted, and I'm sick to death of Maddy and the way she treats
me. I was damn good out there tonight."
"You were." Marissa agreed. "But Maddy didn't do anything, not really.
You're just tired - you should probably take it easy. It's been a hell of
a tour, and we've been playing like mad every night. Plus Luca said you
were late back last night - you probably need a good night's sleep."
"Well, if I needed your advice, I'd ask for it." Stefana's expression became
stubborn. "I'm all right, Mari. I'm just sick of being treated like I'm
a baby. I know plenty about life, and just because I didn't go to college,
it doesn't mean Maddy knows more than I do. I'm not a child!"
"I'll talk to her." Marissa offered. "But please don't fight with her,
Stef. We are a band, after all, and we need each other."
"The day I need any of you is the day I curl up in my coffin." Stefana
snapped. "I play in Diablo because you need me, not because I need you,
Mari. Remember that, okay?"
"I thought we were friends." Marissa looked hurt. Stefana opened her mouth
to retort, but the sarcastic response died on her lips, and she sighed.
"We are." She said shortly. "But I don't need your nannying any more than
I need Maddy's attitude or Clay's teasing. I've just had enough, Mari. Enough
of everything."
"We could use a vacation. All of us." Marissa admitted. Stefana shook her
head.
"No." She murmured. "That's not what I mean."
"Then what?" Marissa looked surprised.
"It doesn't matter." Stefana shook her head. "And here's the car. Come
on...sooner we get home, sooner I can hit the shower and bed. I don't know
about you, but I've had it with music for one night!"
Prologue: Steffi's Vice
Chapter One: The Bride To Be
Chapter Two: A Little
Piece Of Hell
Chapter Three: Jewel
Chapter Four: Shopping
Trip
Chapter Five: Copper's
Dress
Chapter Six: A Devil Strikes
Chapter Seven: Gaynor
To The Rescue
Chapter Eight: A Shock
For Marissa
Chapter Nine: Wedding
Plans
Chapter Ten: A Blow For
Steffi
Chapter Eleven: Logan
Chapter Twelve: The Final Straw
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