Wes Reau was never meant to make it this far. At fifteen, he’s already the guitarist of a rising shock rock band, the kind parents warn their kids about. The nights are loud, the drugs are cheap, and love feels like a dare.
Skye is more than his co-writer—she’s his partner in art, in chaos, and in the games they play when the stage lights fade. But when their performances spill over into real life, the line between devotion and destruction blurs. Their music turns into confessionals, each song a reminder of the night they crossed every boundary.
With his band climbing the charts and the industry closing in, Wes clings to his guitar like a lifeline. But every chord pulls him deeper into a story that can only end one way—drenched in love, and in blood.
This is a story about youth, music, and the kind of love that leaves scars. It’s about chasing the high of the stage, losing yourself, and watching it all collapse—sometimes beautifully, sometimes violently.
If you’ve ever fallen in love to a song you shouldn’t have, or felt at home in a moment you knew would destroy you, you might recognize yourself here.
I wrote this like an album—some chapters are slow burns, some hit like feedback through an overdriven amp. But every track leads to the same place: the truth, even if you have to bleed for it.
This is a story about youth, music, and the kind of love that leaves scars. It’s about chasing the high of the stage, losing yourself, and watching it all collapse—sometimes beautifully, sometimes violently.
If you’ve ever fallen in love to a song you shouldn’t ha...
