My eating disorder has forced my hand–and those of my brothers–to a point where I have no choice but to submit to a live-in nanny to watch over me twenty-four seven. The nanny in question turns out to be a blast from the past, unexpectedly bringing things full circle.
When I've finally found the much needed balance in my life, a chain of events disrupts the brotherhood as well as the band. I'm the drummer, the one who provides the beat, the backbone of a song by keeping everything entwined. Though, when the beat fades, the lights come on, and the screams are silenced, all there might be left is the crimson drenching the floor.
