Written in the Stars - Chapter 45 onwards

Chapter Forty-Seven

Finally, January is over and it seems to take the darkness with it. January blues indeed. The prospect of seeing my band again, preparing for our performance at the Super Bowl, rehearsing with Bruno and Beyonce and continue working on our live show for our upcoming tour comes in as a breeze of fresh air, chasing away the stormy clouds that have been pestering me for more than a month.

However much all that might excite me, the main reason for this gush of energy, this ever-growing warmth in my chest is that today I'll be seeing my lovely Jonny again.

One day just for us. The two of us, no interruptions -hopefully-

I'm buzzing with anxiety. I can't wait to see him. All I want, all I need is being with him. I don't even care about having the most luscious sex-although that would definitely be a plus- I just want to hold him close, see him smile and bask in his energy.

I check the time; their plane must have landed already. Just to be sure, I decide to check on the airline app and effectively, the British Airways flight from London landed on time. Before I begin to speculate on why Jon has not yet sent me anything, I will my mind to picture the process, he's surely going through immigration, passport control, getting his bags and probably also waiting on Will, Guy and our crew of technicians.

Or maybe he just forgot.

Stop it! I admonish myself and step outside. Fresh air will calm my nerves. Winters in California are a bit chilly but they do not begin to compare to the ones in London or even New York. I sit on a sunny patch of grass and close my eyes.

Jonny will be here soon.

My phone rings, startling me for a second until I take it out of my pocket as fast as my fingers will allow me. I smile as I see the name on the screen.

"Hi love!"

"Hello?...Chris? Are you there?"

"Hi Jay! Yes, can you hear me?"

"Hello? Can you hear me?"

"Yes, Jonny, I can hear you perfectly well, love."

"Hello? Ah, this connection is shit," he sighs, frustrated.

"Jonny?"

The call is cut and I stare at my phone in disbelief. It's like the universe is mocking us. Finally, we're in the same city but we cannot make our phone conversation work! Luckily, knowing that he's here, so close to me, contributes to me not losing my mind and I am even able to laugh at our momentary misfortune.

He calls me again, but when I pick up, it's me now the one that can't hear anything.

"Jay? .... Jonny? .... Love can you hear me?" I tap my fingers on my leg, "Jay?" I repeat, but nothing. If he can hear me, it's a bloody mystery.

The call disconnects again and a few seconds later I get another incoming call, this time from our drummer's phone.

"Hello?"

"Chris? Chris, can you hear me?" that's clearly not Will and my smile widens at the lovely voice on the other side of the line.

"Hi, Jay," I utter, "Yes, love I can hear you!"

"Finally!" he lets out an exasperated but relieved laugh. "Hi, love, it's good to finally hear you, I think my phone's not working or something!"

"The signal is not the best near the airport sometimes, Waffle."

"I know it's fucking awful," he chuckles. "Anyways," he begins, "I wanted to let you know we've arrived. We're on our way to the hotel but..."

"The hotel?" I exclaim, disappointment settling in, "I thought you were coming here, Jon," I ask, trying not to overreact.