Chapter One

It was a warm summer night in New York and there was a light breeze in the city air as he walked from his neighborhood bar back to his apartment. Seemed to be a ritual over the last year. Since the tour and marriage ended, he didn't want to sit at the apartment alone. Instead he chose to drink at the local bar, sometimes he would bring his laptop, and sometimes he would just sit and think.

Tonight was a thinking night. He sat reminiscing about what had happened in his life. How he got to this point. Where it was going. He had so much more to give both professionally and personally. The professional part he could do, that wasn't the issue. It was the person al part that was eating him. Feeling a bit lonely he decided to do what he always did. Go back to work.

On the way back to the apartment his mind was swarming with what the next album should be like. He wanted to rock, to let out some of this tension he was feeling. It was gnawing at him and he needed to release it. As he reached the steps to go into his apartment building he was already putting things into motion in his brain.

In California a similar situation was happening. Only Gigi was walking from her kitchen to her bathtub with a bottle of wine and a glass in hand. This was her ritual now that her marriage was over. Wind down in a tub of bubbles and a bottle to help push the pain away. She needed to do something and she knew it. 

It came to her as she sank into the warm water and the sweet scent of the wine hit her nose. She needed to go back home, back to New York. It had been years since she had been there. The ex didn't like the east coast much. It was time, she thought, to go find herself again. A trip back east was just what the doctor ordered.