Cheer Up Baby | Elijah Hewson

Chapter 3. Get that drum stick out of my face

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At around 9pm that night I received a text from Eli with all the information I needed, Including the others Lads phone numbers and a link into a groupchat that had the four of them in it.

"Hi Rebbeca, It's me Eli. I wanted to let you know we'll be meeting up in my apartment tomorrow at 1pm to have some band practice. We thought it would be good for you to come along and get to know me and the boys better and you can take some BTS shots for our bands Instagram page. Our manager will be there at 2pm so you'll be able to talk to him as well. He'll probably ask you a few questions and will want to see some of your work but don't worry, he's sound enough.

Our first set of shows are on the 30th of November and the 1st of December here in Dublin, and then we'll be going to the UK in February, the US in March and April and then Europe for one day in April and the rest in May. All of your accommodation will be paid for since you are an official team member.

Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow and getting to know you better, Eli x"

I couldn't help but blush at the way he signed off the text, even though that's probably the way he always signs off his messages, I couldn't help but feel that little bit special.

From all the excitement of today I was so tired that I didn't even manage to ring my mam or do any research on this band, but that was tomorrows problem. Right now, all I know is that I need to get some sleep so I can be refreshed and ready for the booked and busy day ahead of me.

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"FOR FUCK SAKE LADS!!!!! Rebbeca is going to be here any minute now and you have MY fucking apartment looking like it's been raided"

I couldn't keep calm. How are we supposed to make a good first impression if this is what my apartment looks like...........How am I supposed to make a good first impression.

I got no reply from the lads, they basically acted like I didn't even open my mouth. I was just getting so frustrated with everyone at this point. I was also getting frustrated at the thought of us losing our only shot at having a photographer for tour because my place is so fucking messy (which isn't even my fault I'd like to add)

I rushed around as much as I could, trying to pick up as many plates, empty beer bottles and empty packets of crisps as I possible could be Rebbeca arrived.

Not even 10 minutes later my doorbell rang. I was so nervous for some reason.

"Rob, can you pick up those last few plates and put them in the dishwasher while I answer the door."

"Ye sure, no problem" He actually replied to me this time.....shocker.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and quickly tried to fix my hair up a bit by just running my fingers through it and moving it around in different directions.

Alright then, here goes nothing.

"Hiya Rebbeca, how are you?"

"I'm good thanks, I thought I wasn't going to make it. The traffic was crazy. How are you doing?"

"I'm great actually. Excited to finally have a photographer and we can all finally start to get pumped at the thought of going on tour instead of being stressed about having no photographer."

While walking towards the area of my apartment where we had all of our instruments and equipment set up we just kept talking. It was just small talk.
From the looks of it when I first met her she definitely didn't seem like the person who loves small talk, but this time around she seemed more relaxed and happy in the conversation.