My Calling

Eleven - Lunch

Chapter Eleven

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I guess Wes had already sent a whisper Eddie’s way because as soon as we got back inside, Eddie ordered me home for a well-deserved sleep. I’m barely able to say goodbye to Wes so he promises he’ll farewell everyone else for me. On the car ride home, fatigue starts to kick in and I’m falling asleep in the front seat. Eddie goes through the Mc Donalds drive thru and gets me something to eat on the way home. The hot, unhealthy food has never tasted so good before. I devour it in a matter of seconds and when he drops me home, I’m so ready for bed it’s not even funny.

I don’t know how long I sleep for, but when I wake-up, the sun is streaming through my thin curtains. I’m still in my clothes from last night and I feel gross, not tired anymore, but still gross. I look at my alarm on the side-table and find it’s two in the afternoon. I slept for 14 hours. It was a good 14 hours though. I stretch out as much as I can and drag myself into the shower. The hot water is heaven on my back, it successfully gets out all the knots and when I hop out, I feel refreshed and energised. I change into some sweats and a baggy tank before calling Eddie.

He picks up almost straight away, “Asha darling, I was wondering when you’d wake up. Have the rest of the day off, relax and go to a spa or something because tomorrow you’ll be in the studio. However, for now, do whatever you want with your time. You’ve done well this past month so I thought you could treat yourself with a day off.”

“Naww thanks Eddie. I might just sleep and get a late lunch. What time do you want me in the studio tomorrow?”

He pauses, probably looking through his planner. “Um, we’ll say 9am sharp. Simon wants another single before we start on your album, so with the help of a few others, he’s given us permission to co-write your next single. Isn’t that fab?”

The news does make me happy because I’d rather co-write than get someone to write everything for me. “Yeah that’s great Eddie, sounds wonderful!”

“Excellent sweetie. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Oh and Sarah says if you’re going out, make sure you look presentable because there may be paparazzi lurking around.”

"Ok thanks Eddie."

"No problem. Bye cupcake."

"Bye." I reply before hanging up.

I drag myself to the kitchen, opening up Twitter as I go. When I find nothing in the cupboard that looks appealing, I send off a tweet, curious to see if anyone can direct me to a nice restaurant. feeling tired after last nights performance, can anyone recommend a nice restaurant in Hollywood??

I get a bunch of Tweets in return telling me of a number of different restaurants. I pick the first one I see and google it instantly. It looks to be a small Italian place only a twenty-minute drive from my apartment so I choose that one.

I'm walking to my room to get dressed when I get a text. Oddly enough, it says it’s from Wes which is weird considering I haven't given him my number yet. I open it up anyway to see what it says

hey Carson, jut saw your tweet. I'm keen to come out to lunch with you, we have the day off. Where do you wanna go?

uh how did you get my number? I reply, ignoring his text completely.

His text back is almost instant lol I put my number in your phone last night then text myself haha sorry! So how about that lunch?

I breathe out a small chuckle,  of course he'd do something like that. I'm not that keen on having lunch alone so I text him you're not sorry. But yeah sure, me at Mario's on 5th street in half an hour