1 Prologue: Fallen From Grace

The light bulbs flashed around Anya as she was pushed out of the concert hall. The stairs were swarming with fans and paparazzo alike. The sounds smeared together as a jacket was thrown over Anya's head.

"How the hell did they find us so soon?" the head body guard shouted above the noise.

"This concert was her biggest yet! No one didn't know where she was!" manager Kim yelled back. "We need to get her out of here as soon as possible! We can't let them block off the limo!"

"Anya! Are you a home-wreaker?" "Anya, over here! Where is Dayton tonight!" "Anya, Anya! How can you face your fans with what you've done?" The paparazzi shoved past each other in an attempt to get a moment of screen time. "Anya, how can you live with yourself?"

"Cover her face!" manager Kim shouted to the guard. "Don't let them take any pictures of her face!"

Anya looked at her manager with a blank stare. "Let them take what they want. I have nothing left to give anyway."

Manager Kim's face fell. "We are going to make this right. Who ever started this ridiculous rumor will be dealt with. We will get through this." She paused as she opened up the limo door and shoved Anya through. "You will get through this Anya."

The limo door slammed shut, and the commotion faded away into the dark. Anya stared out the window looking at nothing in particular. In the silence, she wondered how she could have ever written songs about heartbreak when she had never really felt sorrow until now. Now, Anya just wanted to disappear.