Song for this chapter- idontwannabeyouanymore by Billie Eilish
I toss my car keys on the table and plop down on the bed.
I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. I look... happy. It's been so long since I actually felt this good.
Bracing my arms behind me, I roll my shoulders back and forth, trying to relieve myself of the stress knots formed in them. Today has been quite a day.
I have been on my feet since morning. Danté and I arrived Los Angeles yesterday evening and got ourselves settled into this hotel. I was so tired that I nodded off immediately, that is, once we sorted out the issue of who was to get which room.
They had run out of executive rooms at the time Earl called to book, so one room was bigger than the other. Not wanting to impose since this was my first gig, I offered to stay in the smaller room, while Dante insisted that I stay in the bigger room for that reason.
Eventually, I got the bigger room after five rounds of rock, paper, scissors in which the loser had to stay in the bigger room.
Luckily or unluckily for me, the next day, I was up first for Ellen's show. But, as expected, I had fun, I mean it's Ellen we're talking about here. I've always been a huge fan of the show so I was a little scared I was gonna fuck it up.
But as soon as I came onstage, she immediately got rid of my nerves by making a pleasant joke about my neon coloured sneakers and I was immediately grateful that I picked them up on the drive there.
She asked a lot of light-hearted questions concerning me, my music and how it all started, whether I was gonna start a neon fashion line since the color seemed to go so beautifully with my skin tone and outfit. One fashionista in the family was enough, I answered, going on to talk about Tia's fashion line. I might as well help her, despite all the horrible things she has said to me in my life. Be the bigger person.
At the end of it all, I performed a piece from one of my singles, 'Fortunate'. And it was dope.
Since he has been in the industry for much longer than I have, Dante got a few more personal questions during his shooting, like what was up with all the chemistry between him and me as was seen on stage in New York.
"Well, for one, Kharise is a good friend of mine. Two, we write our songs together, and it takes a lot to write a song with someone. Music can only be created from a place of connection, and luckily for Kharise and I, we have that."
The smile on my face was inevitable. Yet, for some reason, it stung a bit when he called me a good friend. Thankfully, Ellen didn't pry further on that topic and moved on to something else.
Later, after the show filming, we decided to go on a little shopping spree, in which 60% of the things I got were for Layla and 60% of the things Danté got were for me. I spent the drive home laughing about how seemingly selfless we both were.
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