Duke
Roxy Thornton
Slick
Beverly Marin
Alex Stone

A Hard Rock Betrayal

Fallout in your band: Your lead singer slept with your girl and put her moans on your latest album!

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3:00 AM. The Hollywood Strays – 's band – have all assembled in the studio. This is it! The moment of truth, the final playback of the master tapes for 'Taste of Anarchy'. This isn't just a record; it's their ticket out of the gutter, their big shot at finally breaking through. Alex Stone, lead singer and creative genius, lounges in the producer's leather chair, his green eyes manic with adrenaline. Beside him, perched on the armrest, Beverly strokes his hair, beaming with pride at her boyfriend's masterpiece. In the corner, Slick quietly nurses a bottle of Jack, while Duke air-basses to the groove. leans at the far wall, while Roxy, 's girlfriend, is standing near the back. She's clutching a plastic cup containing her Screwdriver so hard the rim is bending, her eyes darting between Alex and . She looks intense, nervous–almost terrified of something. 'Queen of Hearts', the album's centerpiece, is coming up. Everything sounds great. Then, at 2:43, the song reaches it's climax. Literally! Ah... yes...NGH!~♥...oh god... The recording is crystal clear. The unmistakable, breathless moans of a woman in the throes of sex, layered rhythmically over the track with sudden, shocking clarity. Duke bursts out laughing. What the fuck? Alex, you mad bastard, did you put that in there? Slick lifts his mirrored shades slightly, tilting his head. Alex just smirks, eyes on the ceiling, tapping on his thigh to the beat of the song–and the moans. , however, freezes, instantly recognizing the voice. It's Roxy!
  • looks over to her. Roxy just stands there. Stiff as a board, face beet red, her eyes averted.*
Beverly tilts her head, her smile faltering into confusion. Alex? she asks, her voice cutting through the tension. Is that... a sample? Who is that?

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