My Billionaire Rockstar part 5

Serena’s rockstar adventure continues as she boards a private G5 jet to San Francisco, the excitement of champagne, caviar, and luxury is tempered by the lingering shadow of sabotage from the previous night's concert. Pyrotechnics gone wrong nearly turned a moment of glory into disaster, and the fear of betrayal hangs heavy in the air. Zack reassures her that everything is fine, but Stevie is shaken to his core. The cracks in the band's unity deepen as Serena and Zack vow to keep the sabotage a secret from Stevie, fearing it could derail the tour entirely.

In San Francisco, Serena is thrust into the chaos of backstage life, searching for Paul, a missing bandmate caught in a compromising situation with two girls. Barbara, the band’s sharp-tongued manager, steps in to clean up the mess, issuing hush money and ensuring the show goes on. Despite these efforts, tensions remain high as Serena and Zack quietly grapple with the mystery of who’s working against the band.

Portland offers a temporary reprieve, with a smooth performance and a new addition to the team: Sven, a stoic bodyguard who adds security—and a dash of deadpan humor—to the entourage. Yet the drama reignites at the afterparty when Platinum Ray, the band’s tipsy producer, offers Serena $10,000 for an hour of her time. She brushes him off, but the chaos escalates when Ray is arrested for soliciting an undercover cop. Serena, Barbara, and Alan, the band’s lawyer, race to bail him out, but the incident fuels Serena’s growing doubts about the company she’s keeping.

As the tour hits Seattle, the tension between Serena and Zack comes to a head. While Zack charms fans backstage, Serena feels the sting of jealousy and suspicion. Stacy, the band’s publicist, drops a bombshell, revealing her past fling with Zack and casting doubt on his fidelity. Serena tries to brush it off, but the seed of distrust has been planted, and Zack’s flirtatious antics on stage—catching bras from adoring fans—only add fuel to the fire.

The emotional distance between Serena and Zack grows, culminating in a confrontation in their lavish penthouse suite. Serena accuses Zack of prioritizing his rockstar lifestyle over their budding relationship, while Zack insists she’s overreacting. Their argument ends with Serena retreating to a separate room, feeling more alone than ever despite the glittering surroundings.

The final straw comes during a performance where Zack’s onstage antics remind Serena that his love affair is with fame, not her. Stacy’s cutting words echo in her mind: Zack is a rockstar, not a saint. As Serena watches him bask in the crowd’s adoration, she realizes she deserves more than a life filled with mistrust, groupies, and backstage drama. In a quiet moment, she makes the decision to leave the tour—and Zack—behind.

Serena’s departure isn’t without its heartbreak. Woody, the band’s ever-chill sound technician, offers her a heartfelt goodbye, and she reflects on the highs and lows of her whirlwind experience. As she walks away from the noise, lights, and chaos, she knows she’s not just leaving the band—she’s reclaiming her own story. The tour fades into the background, but Serena’s determination to start fresh burns brighter than ever.

Chapters

• 0:00 G5
• 4:52 Barbara
• 9:04 Bodyguard
• 13:52 Jealousy
• 18:28 Presidential Suite
• 22:59 Been There

Transcript

Y’all ever find yourself living a life so surreal you have to pinch yourself to make sure it’s real? That’s me these days—jet-setting with Oblivion, the rock band that’s got half the world screaming their lyrics at the top of their lungs. We’re talkin’ private jets, caviar, backstage chaos, and, oh yeah, the occasional bout of sabotage. You know, the usual.

So there we were, bright and early, hustled into a fleet of SUVs like we were CIA agents or something, headed toward a private airstrip. I’ve been on jets before—work stuff, nothing fancy—but when that gleaming G5 came into view, whew, let me tell you, my jaw was on the floor. It was like stepping into a dream. Zack, my... let’s call him ‘complicated romance,’ sidled up to me with that cheeky grin of his and asked if I’d ever flown private before. I tried to play it cool—‘Oh, you know, a few times.’ But inside? Baby, I was swooning.

But as we boarded that floating palace in the sky, reality came crashing back. See, the night before wasn’t exactly all champagne and roses. Someone had messed with the pyrotechnics during the show, and let me tell you, nothing kills the vibe like a near disaster with a fire marshal yelling in your ear. Zack could sense my unease—he’s got this knack for reading me, even when I’m trying to hide it. He gave me a look that said, ‘It’s gonna be okay,’ but neither of us was buying it. Not yet.

[Sound of a plane engine roaring]

Once we were airborne, things got downright decadent. Champagne, Wagyu sliders, Beluga caviar—the works. Zack was all smiles, toasting to the tour and our next stop, San Francisco. But then Stevie, the band’s keyboardist, plopped down across from us, looking like he’d seen a ghost. He straight-up said, ‘This tour’s cursed.’ And honestly? I couldn’t blame him. Between the pyrotechnics fiasco and the general chaos that follows Oblivion like a shadow, it did feel a little cursed. Zack and I tried to calm him down, promising to get to the bottom of things. But deep down, I was starting to wonder if we were biting off more than we could chew.

Fast forward to the show in San Francisco, and things got... interesting. Picture me running around backstage, trying to track down Paul—our resident wildcard—because he was MIA right before his big cue. And where did I find him? Oh, just in a dressing room with two girls who looked like they were skipping prom to hang out with a rockstar. Barbara, the band’s manager, swooped in like a hawk, handling the situation with her usual no-nonsense attitude. Money exchanged hands, phones were wiped clean, and Paul made it to the stage just in time. Crisis averted—for now.

Portland brought a mix of relief and drama. The show went off without a hitch (finally), and we even added Sven to the team—a stoic Swedish bodyguard with a deadpan sense of humor that had me cracking up. But, of course, it wouldn’t be an Oblivion tour without some kind of scandal. Platinum Ray, our producer, decided to... let’s say, ‘expand his horizons’ and got himself arrested. For what, you ask? Soliciting an undercover cop. Yep, you heard me right. So there I was, bailing him out of jail at two in the morning, wondering how my life had turned into an episode of a bad reality show.

And then came Seattle. Oh, Seattle. The show was electric—Zack was in his element, charming the crowd like he was born to do it. But backstage? Different story. Stacy, the publicist, decided to drop a truth bomb: she’d hooked up with Zack back in the day. Yep. That happened. And let me tell you, nothing makes a girl question her life choices faster than hearing about her boyfriend’s... extracurricular activities. But Stacy wasn’t done. She went on to say Zack wasn’t exactly the ‘faithful type.’ Was she being honest, or just trying to stir the pot? Either way, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

That night, I confronted Zack in our ridiculously fancy penthouse suite. It started with me asking about his so-called ‘fans’ and ended with me sleeping in the guest room, questioning every decision I’d made since joining this tour. Zack tried to play it off, saying it was all part of the rockstar life, but I wasn’t having it. Trust, I told him, isn’t optional—it’s everything. And right now? We were running on empty.

The breaking point came during another show. Zack was on stage, catching bras like they were bouquets at a wedding, and I was standing there, wondering if I’d ever really known him. Stacy’s words kept echoing in my head: ‘Zack’s a rockstar, not a saint.’ I realized then and there—I couldn’t do it anymore. The glamour, the drama, the uncertainty—it wasn’t worth losing myself over.

So, I made the hardest decision of my life. I packed my bags, said my goodbyes, and walked away. Woody, bless his heart, told me I’d always have a friend in him. And Zack? He was still on stage when I left, completely unaware. The music faded as I stepped outside, leaving behind the chaos, the fame, and, yes, Zack.

[Pause, soft music fades in]

Leaving wasn’t easy, y’all. It hurt like hell. But sometimes, you’ve got to choose yourself, even when it feels like the hardest thing in the world. So here I am, back to square one, but this time? I’m writing my own story.

This has been Serena, sharing a little slice of my wild, crazy life. Thanks for tuning in, and remember: no matter how glamorous it looks, sometimes the best thing you can do is walk away. See y’all next time!