Listen To Your Heart ~ Book One.

After the Show

(Smiles)"God! Seriously? Now you're gonna try to guilt me into being your agent?"

"Well...I figured since I did the show. That I'm now adored by millions upon millions of fans around the world. If you can smell what the rockstar, is cooking."

(Laughs)"Okay mister rockstar. Let's say that you do the show together. Will you be able to keep your hands off of one another?"

"Aww...that's not fair..."

"Hey...if I'm gonna be your agent...then..."

"Alright, I won't deny it. Seeing her again...made something come up." (Grins)

(Valerie rolls her eyes.)"Well...that answers my question."

"Alright if I call her?"

"You're asking my permission for that?"

"Well...it is your house."

"Oh. You were planning to invite her over? I see. Good thing the guest house is on the other side of the property."

"Everybody's a comedian."

(I go outside and call Billie.)

"Hello?"

"Hi, Billie. Did I wake you?"

"No. Have you made a decision about the benefit concert?"

"Well...actually, I was hoping you could come to where I'm at. So, we can talk about it? Spend some time together?"

"Sure. I can be there within an hour."

"Sounds good, see you then."

(I go into the guest house and shower. Then lay on a lounge chair outside near the pool, with a blanket wrapped around me. I hear a car pull in and feel someone climb on top of me.)

"Hi, beautiful."

"Hi. Hold me, will you? It's a bit chilly tonight."

(We hold each other for awhile, as Billie lays her head on my chest.)

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"About what?"

"A rock star?"

"Oh...seriously? I didn't know anything about it until I got to Los Angeles. That's why I didn't call you. I was busy practicing."

"Hmm... maybe I should've called Needle Dick instead?"

(Ouch! That one cut deep.)

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. It's just that...I'm sorry. I'm not even sure what to say to you now."

"Tell me how you feel."

"I care about you a lot. I'm in love with you, Billie. Even if you may never feel the same way about me. But...other guys get to kiss your cheek in public...and I can't...and..."

"And?"

"Well...if you don't want any public displays of affection from me...then well...I guess I gotta stop doing it then."

"David, it's different for you then it is for other guys."

"Because of our age difference?"

"Yes, and also because you're not...well...famous."

"So, you're saying only famous people and guys closer to your age get to show you public displays of affection, but not us older nobody's? Got it."

(Billie lifts up her head.)

"Why the fuck must you do that?"

"What?"

"Take whatever I say and twist it around?"

"I thought I interpreted what you said correctly? Ask yourself this question. Have you ever...seen any famous Hollywood actor or actress...date a fan? Your friend Justin Bieber is married to a famous model. You see where I'm going with this?"

"Damn it. You think this shit is easy for me? Do you? I finally find a guy who cares about me and doesn't try to dick me over...but he's 9 years older than me, and that sets off red flags with people who don't understand how we feel about one another. Not just people, but companies I help represent."

"If you're asking me if I think you should choose between me or your career. I'll tell you to choose your career."