The Only Thing That's Real

<p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>Ryan Staley has got to go. </em></strong></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>We hired the beautiful fierce journalist to chronicle my band's farewell tour. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>But that was before my life blew up. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Before every stage I performed on became shrouded in the shame of my secret. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>A secret I haven't even shared with my bandmates my chosen family. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Now is not the time for deep-diving questions about my life but Ryan is around every corner I turn and refuses to be intimidated or ignored. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>She wants to know what I'll do when my touring career comes to a screeching halt and I move back to the small town I couldn't run away from fast enough. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>A town I can no longer avoid. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>But Ryan has claimed every spare thought in my head. Her lips hypnotizing to the point of distraction. The perfect rasp of her voice sending chills down my spine asking questions I can't answer and making me risk spilling all my secrets.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Ryan Staley has got to go.</span></p><p></p>