All of the Lights

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

The morning was crisp and beautiful when I woke up. I stepped outside on my balcony for some air.

Peaceful.

Sam had been texting me all morning, trying to set up a dinner date for Monday night. I'd agree to anything, obviously. It was Sam, for crying out loud. Plus, he was leaving on Tuesday. There weren't enough days to spend with that boy.

We had decided on dinner at a five star restaurant called The Hollow. It was a big hit with known A-listers. Pretty much everyone worth knowing dined there. I was super excited, and made sure to schedule people to come and do my hair and makeup for me. I haven't told Rob, though. I honestly don't plan on telling him, either. It's none of his business.

He'll find out on the tabloids...

Today consisted of lounging around and scheduling studio time. I was working on a new album that would be released next year. As much as I wanted to write my own lyrics, my label hired professional song producers and writers to help make my album an "extreme hit".

That's the problem with labels. They only care about the money. When I first started out, I wrote my own lyrics and strummed my own tunes with my guitar. Of course, the fact that Rob owned a studio helped me immensely. He had people come and edit the music for me, but other than that, it was my own... Now it was the labels.

I feel like my fans have lost respect for me. I have always been the type of person to fight for what I believe in, and never fall into caring about what others think. After a few years of fame, my mindset had changed. All I could think about was how others thought of me.

This album was going to be different. The old me was making a re-appearance. My original heart-filled music was going to be somewhat restored. I convinced the producers into letting me help co-write the album. Of course, that doesn't mean my ideas and opinions will be heard. I could only hope for the best.

"Riley, I'm off for an interview on a radio show. They asked if you wanted to join." Rob knocked on my door.

"Uhm, yeah... Sure." I responded hesitantly. I didn't want to be near Rob. I also didn't want to be home all day. At least a radio interview would relieve me of my boredom. I grabbed a small handbag and filled it with my iPhone, current lipstick color, and a few five dollar bills. After, I headed out of my room and found Rob.

He was standing in the kitchen, looking at his phone. He looked up when he heard me coming down the stairs.

"Ready?" He asked, locking his phone and putting it in his pocket. I nodded my head, and he turned towards the door. Rob had our driver drive us today. We both hopped in the limo and sat quietly.

This is awkward.

I played with my thumbs, trying to entertain myself. After a few miserable minutes, I pulled out my phone and went onto Twitter. Rob looked at me and sighed.

"What?" I raised an eyebrow.

"You hate me." He smirked. I couldn't tell if he was kidding or being serious.

"Yup." I gave him a short reply and looked back down at my phone. Rob let out another loud sigh and pulled out his phone. Within seconds, my Twitter mentions were being filled with fans mentioning me. I clicked on one of the tweets and saw what the big deal was. Rob had tweeted me.

@RobHenneries: Yo @RileySanders stop playing on your phone and talk to me! #NoManners

I smirked and looked up at him slightly. He had a huge grin on his face.