Listen To Your Heart ~ Book One.

Spoiled Bitch

(Three days after the Live from Home concert. I pull into a private parking garage on my Harley Davidson motorcycle. I show the guard at the gate my security pass, and he directs me to where I need to go. I pull my motorcycle into the back of a large RV. The crew guys admire my bike, as I remove my helmet. Billie arrives shortly after with her parents and her brother.)

(Billie steps out of their vehicle last. I wave hi to her.) 

(She lowers her glasses slightly and glares at me. 'What the fuck did I do wrong this time?' I wonder.)

(She goes and greets her fans. I shrug and go into the trailer where my bike is. After checking to make sure it's okay, my personal assistant hands me my mask.)

"You have a few fans out there. Not as many as Billie does of course, but you got to start somewhere."

"True. Showtime, I guess."

(I go sign a few autographs, talk to the fans, get a few pictures taken. I do my best to avoid whatever area Billie happens to be at.)

(I didn't know what her issue was, but things were definitely starting off wrong between us. I had a feeling it was going to be a long ass 6 months. After signing autographs and saying bye to the fans, we head back to our awaiting tour buses. I start walking towards Billie's tour bus, when her brother steps in front of me.)

"Just where the hell do you think you're going?"

"On the tour bus with Billie. Isn't that where I'm supposed to be?"

"No, you're traveling with the rest of the band on their tour bus. Billie will let you know when she needs you."

"Fine. Are you done being an obnoxious asshole?"

"You stay away from my sister!"

"Read the contract, bitch!"

(Finneas glares at me, then turns as Billie comes out of her tour bus with her puppy. She walks up to me and puts the dog in my arms.)

"My dog needs to go to the bathroom. That's your job."

(Her dog pees all over me. Fuck!)

"Well, that's taken care of...good job."

(Billie takes her dog back, as her and her brother walk away laughing. I watch them go back to their tour bus.)

"Bitch." (I mutter out loud.)

"Yea, you're not the only one she treats like dirt sometimes. Her brother's almost as bad, but she's a lot worse."

(I turn to see a few of the stage crew behind me. My personal assistant Stephanie, hands me a change of clothes, and points me in the direction of a shower.)

"So, the sugar and spice and everything nice routine is just an act?"

"No. Most of the time, Billie can be nice. It's when she gets...umm...too big for her britches, or stressed about something, that she displays her alter ego."

"Why would she be stressed, the tour hasn't started yet?"

"You were arguing with her brother. That's an issue for Billie."

"Hmm, I'm still trying to figure those two out. Sounds like she needs her ass cracked."

"Good luck with that. Some of us got family to support."