december, a new upcoming artist, finds out she's the opening act for billie eilish during her 'happier than ever' tour.
she's so excited, practicing non stop and playing billie's song on repeat.
when she steps on the flight the first night and fina...
"Lisa" she hums in response and glances up from her book.
"are you sure everything is sorted?"
"yes honey, calm down and stop stressing. I told you I've sorted everything you asked for"
"the stylist?"
"your clothes arrived last week and ive made sure there's a stylist on hand at every city who can tame your hair"
"im still pissed kehlani can't come"I grumble, folding my arms.
"look ive already had to pull a shit ton of strings to get you what you've asked. there was no way I was asking for another person to join us on the tour"
"fucking white people" I mumble under my breath, glancing around to the people walking through the airport first class lounge.
they don't understand.
"and you can't style your own hair?"
is she really that dumb?
"do you know how long it takes to sort this shit?" i grab onto one of my braids and flick it over my shoulder. "i don't have the time"
"well, worse case scenario you'll have to wear your curls"
with the american heat? no thank you.
"yeah whatever"
i should've taught harry.
he would've helped me.
my phone vibrates in my pocket and i pull it out, scanning the notification.
instagram: [december] billieeilish added to their story!
i tap on the notification and almost scream when the photo pops up.
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all of the zoom meetings in preparation for the tour.
all of the instagram posts and mentions and billie has never spoken to me.
she's followed me, liked a couple of my posts and commented a red heart underneath the post where I announced I was joining her on tour but I've received nothing.
no texts, no calls, no dms.
nothing.
im going to be spending months alongside her on tour and nothing.
I wasn't expecting to become best friends with her but they'd told me that billie had chosen me specifically to join her on tour.
and she hasn't even said 'hi'.
I've even spoken to claudia for fuck sake.
and she wasn't even coming on tour!
ive spent months preparing for this tour.
practising singing, making music, buying clothes and working out to prepare myself for the months of chaos I know im about to endure.
i've said goodbye to my beautiful friends, spent the last few weeks with my family and im waiting to fly out to la.
and im going to spending the next few months in a tour bus, hotel rooms and on airplanes.
"here" I look up to see harry holding a bag in-front of me, smiling.
"what is it?"
"it's not gonna open itself" he grins, throwing it at me and sitting beside me, grinning like a child.
this better not be a dildo or some shit.
I don't need another one in my suitcase.
when I reach my hands into the bag, I smile when I feel a book.
"you got me another book?"
"well I know you brought your kindle but you love a paperback so I thought" he shrugs and I pull it out, scanning the cover.
afterlove by tanya byrne
"this is on my tbr!"
"I know" he winks, watching me turn the book over. "I was snooping in your room before we left"
"of course you did" we hide nothing from each other.
not even the porn categories we watch.
he's my roommate, best friend and guitarist.
and I wouldn't want it any other way.
honestly, if I wasn't a lesbian I would marry the fuck outta him.
"why wasn't there any sex books on that list?"
"harry!" I whisper yell, smacking him on the leg. "im not being caught reading smut!"
"oh so it's okay if I catch you?"
I turn to him with a smirk and shove my new book in my bag. "theres a thing called knocking harry, you ever heard of it?"
"how was I supposed to know I would walk while you had your hands down your pants"
"don't act like you didn't enjoy the show" I smirk, and he shoves me, almost knocking me into Lisa.
"will you two stop acting like children!" Lisa whisper yells, shoving her bookmark into her book and slamming it shut.
"he started it"
"I don't care who started it, people are staring and you're in the public eye!"
"sorry" I grumble, laying back and crossing my arms.
she's about to hate the fuck outta us on tour.
this is why we don't have any roommates.
everyone thinks we act like kids when we're together.
and honestly, it's their loss.
when I look up I see an old man in a suit sitting across from us, staring at me with a little smile on his face.
man I fucking hate first class bitches.
I smile back at him and flutter my lashes, pretending to reach into my bra to retrieve something.
his eyes light up and I innocently bite my lip, slowly pulling out my hand and discreetly giving him the middle finger, watching his face drop.
our flight is called and I stand up, grabbing my bag and giving him a small wave on my way out.
I hate men.
do you have any predictions so far??
I love including my other characters into my books. so you're gonna see mentions of gabby, august and olive but they're gonna be friends with billie..nothing like they are in my other books.( and if you haven't read my other books yet...fucking read them)
harry is december's BEST FRIEND (just like he was with august) so I don't wanna hear any fucking comments about their sexual comments etc. (december is GAY and women can be friends with men...I fucking hate the stigma that people think girls can't be friends with men without there being an ulterior motive)
if you've read voicemail, lisa was gabrielle's manager but in this book she's decembers manager.
