Page 42 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

I spent the next few months killing myself to avoid any radio station I knew was playing his song on repeat, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t outrun him.

Or his lyrics.

You’re not mine.

And that’s okay.

But I’m still yours.

Now and always.

Ten months later, Kane was coming out with his first album. It was a pop album, consisting of fourteen tracks with catchy melodies and cheesy lyrics that sounded nothing like his songwriting.

The way I remember it, Kane’s songwriting was deep.

His lyrics made you feel something, and yes, “I’m Still Yours” was about love, but I know for a fact that most of his other songs weren’t.

Kane wrote about his trauma and regrets when we were kids. His songs explored a variety of topics, but there wasn’t one song on his first album that wasn’t about meeting a girl and falling in love.

His fans ate that shit up, of course, but I knew the truth.

No one knows what kind of artist Kane really is.

Not even his mom.

Now, that’s not to say Evie didn’t do her best.

She quit her jobs, packed her bags, and followed her kid halfway around the world in order to make his dreams come true, but it doesn’t change the fact that she didn’t even know her son was a talented musician until the day Joshua came calling.

My mom said Evie did everything she could to shield Kane from the drug and alcohol abuse of the music industry. At least until Kane turned seventeen.

That’s when he bought her the Colorado ranch and asked her for some space.

He said it was because he wanted to learn to navigate his career without his mom constantly looking over his shoulder. After all, she’d been tagging along on all of his tours since he got his start. Evie respected his decision and left him to face the industry alone.

It all went downhill from there.

Alcohol.

Drugs.

Hooking up with random women.

He’s done it all.

And it’s not like I check up on him.

I don’t go out of my way to find out what he’s up to, and I don’t stalk his socials, but even I heard about the clusterfuck his life has become in the past year.

Though nothing compares to the scandal that took place two weeks ago.

The headline almost broke the internet.

Kane Wilder attacks manager Joshua Caldwell and puts him into a wheelchair.

Maggie, who’s a big fan of Kane, wouldn’t stop talking about it after it happened.

She has no idea that Kane and I were friends in another life, and no matter how many times I’ve told her that she doesn’t need to share the latest Kane Wilder gossip with me, she just can’t help herself.