Reviewers gush things like:
“Saint Sin lit up the stage last night at the Forum, dripping sweat, snarling lyrics, and proving once again why Riot Saints are the only band that matters. Silver-eyed and shirtless, Zane Draven doesn’t just sing. He transcends. He devours. And the crowd begs to be eaten alive.”
Or, my personal favorite unhinged fan post:
“Saint Sin looked straight into my soul last night. I swear his eyes glow under the lights. Protect your girls, because if Zane Draven points that mic stand at you… you’re already his.”
That one haunted me.
The more I watched, the more I panicked.
Because while I’ve barely existed in my little ignorant bubble, he’s everywhere.
He’s untouchable.
He’s been papped with women who look like they get paid to eat air. LA-thin goddesses with legs that go on for days and midriffs that have never known the warmth of a carb.
Meanwhile I’m…plump. Thick-thighed. Fat-assed. Squishy in all the places LA insists women shouldn’t be soft.
And now I’ve fucked him.
Which throws a whole new grenade into my self-esteem. Because part of me wonders if I’m insane for being here…and another part wonders if ten million dollars is enough to fake superfandom and pretend the pressure doesn’t feel like a boulder on my chest.
But then…I hear snippets of his lyrics in my head.
The ones that hit soul deep.
“I’d burn down heaven just to taste your sin.”
“Your name’s a prayer… but my mouth makes it blasphemy.”
“You’re the only riot my soul ever wanted.”
Lines that make my chest tighten.
Lines that make me want to write something back—an ode, a story, something that feels like I’m answering him.Somethingthat feels like I’m staking a claim.
But before I can spiral further, he mutters, “You’re not here to sing… you’re here to be mine on film.”
Soothing. Ish.
On then on day three, things detonate.
Zane hits some kind of manic edge I’ve never seen before.
It starts small.
The director wants a shot he hates.
The lighting designer adjusts something he doesn’t like.
His mic cuts out twice.
The drummer misses a beat.
But what makes things go sideways ape-shit in the blink of an eye? A camera guy accidentally bumps into me.
Then the world explodes.
