Love Is In The Lyrics

FOUR

I spent the last few days pondering everything going on, how I felt about it all. Even with all the soul searching so tried to do I still couldn't find the answer I was looking for.

At this point I basically had to agree and go on with the facade I've been faced with. Still not understanding how a couple men with money could dictate my life. I know it had some to do with fan backlash, but I also haven't looked at my comment section since the incident.

All I had to look forward to now was the grueling act I had to put on tonight for the media, somehow covering up the fact I hate this man with every fiber in my body, despite how my body feels about it.

As I sit at my desk applying my makeup I listen to some music samples for a new song I'd wrote not long ago, nobody could seem to get down the exact notes I wanted. Each sample the same as the last, my hopes of getting the perfect sound for this song were dwindling as each sample was sent over.

As I picked up my want to start curling my hair my sister walks in my room uninvited and flops onto my bed, propping her head up in her hand and she swings her feet in the air behind her.

"You look cute." She giggles as she watches me curl my hair, not taking my eyes off the iron. "Actually or are you just saying that?" I groan as I release the hair from my hand, letting the curl fall from the wand slowly.

"Actually, your dress is cute. Reminds me of one of your old church dresses." She looks up from her phone and smiles genuinely at me before returning to what ever she was doing.

The black dress had a boho look to it, off my shoulders with random flowers and leaves adorned the body, some tiny thick gold hoops and a small gold necklace to accompany it really brought the whole thing together.

I understood what she meant, most of my church dresses were long and flowy like this one. The more I stared at the it the more I felt at ease, maybe I picked this dress cause I knew it would calm me, make me feel more at home in this bustling mess of a city.

"Time check." I glance at her through the mirror, seeing her eyes flicker all's around her phone before responding, "5:57, so basically six."

Right after she closes her mouth my phone vibrates as the screen lights up, Mr. Reeves updating me on the plans for tonight, as much as I didn't really care.

Dawson should be there soon, make sure you've got everything you need. Including your patience.

"Including your patience." I mocked under my breath as I finished curling my hair, letting them rest momentarily before brushing them out with a wide tooth comb. Setting everything with a small amount of hairspray.

"Madison say a prayer, I'm gonna need it." I huff before slapping my hands on my legs. Giggles coming from Madison end, I turn around and see her eyes glued to her phone as her cheeks were flushed.

"Who are you texting?" I tease as I stand to my feet, walking over toward the bed. Her eyes shoot up as she embarrassingly tries to shoo me away. "Nobody. Nothing."

I snatch her phone in one quick move only to see a pair of bare breasts looking back at me.

"Ahhh!" My grip loosens as the phone slips through my hands, not even bothering to try and pick it up. "I tried to tell you!" She quickly jumps off the bed to snatch it back off the ground. "But noooo, now you've seen Jades tits, happy?" She snarls my way before going to walk out of my room.

"I though you guys were friends?" I said confused as I stood dumbfounded in my spot, knowing I just saw an underage child's boobs, let alone a child that I just saw in person not even a couple nights ago.