The Rockstar Within Me

The Rockstar Within Me - Chapter 37

Copyright 2013

Paparazzi are terrible people.

I remember before everything started I ‘d sit at home or read magazines and not think twice about how the images of celebrities got there. But now I’d see pictures of movie stars or artists and feel sick to my stomach knowing that their privacy was being taken from them.

It was like an never ending battled against them.

It had been two weeks since all the of the ‘scandals’ had gone down and the cameras never seemed to leave us alone. It was making me nervous and anxious from how they were always there it seemed. We couldn’t escape them.

But it somehow had brought River and I closer together. We were connecting on a level that couple's were supposed to be on. It was like there wasn't a contract keeping us together.

Almost blissfully happy, the tour had taken us out of the UK and into Europe. We had just landed in Paris when River got a phone call.

As soon as he noticed who the caller was, he let out a loud groan, catching a couple people’s attention. 

We were in in a car heading over to our hotel. It would take a couple days for the tour buses with all of the equipment to get over there so we had some press to do and some spare time as well.

“What do you want?” River grumbled into his phone.

There was a pause and I tried very nonchalantly to hear what the other person was saying but Mason’s snoring was too loud.

“What a coincidence.” River muttered. He definitely wasn’t a fan of this caller.

A shrill voice came from the other person but I still couldn’t understand what he or she was saying.

“Maybe. I’ll see about it. Okay. I got to go. Bye mom.” He ended the phone call abruptly.

“What?” He asked, noticing my expression.

“Did you just hang up on your mother?” I was bewildered.

He shrugged like it was not a big deal. 

“Don’t worry about it.”

But I couldn’t leave the matter alone.

“What did she want?” I asked, earning myself a noticeable eye roll from him.

“She…she’s at her Paris home and invited me to lunch.”

My eyes widened.

River barely had a relationship with his parents. He never talked about them, never mentioned them. It was as if he didn’t have them.

“So are you going to?” I asked, curious.

It was unfathomable to think not everyone had the same relationship with their parents like the one I had with my parents. The love and support they gave was everything to me. I trusted them wholeheartedly. It didn’t matter what kind of issues I was having I knew I could always talk to them and know that they would continue to help and love me. The fact that not everyone else had that sort of relationship with his or her parents was odd to me.

“Probably not.”  He answered unbothered.

“River!” I scolded.

“What? I don’t talk to my mom and I'm not interested in changing that.”

“She’s your mother. She raised you. She cares about you!” I was pretty appalled.

“My mom did not raise me. She passed me off to nannies while she filmed her movies.”