Two in a Million || Raura

3 | Definitely A Sweetheart

Two in a Million: 3 | Definitely A Sweetheart
| Laura Marano |

How do you just casually start up a conversation with a rockstar? After my business meeting, I didn't text him. This morning, I didn't text him nor did he text me. It's almost six o'clock in the evening and I haven't gotten him out of my mind. It's been a day for goodness sakes, I shouldn't be thinking of him this much. May as well solve my problems.

To Ross Lynch🎤:
Hi. What are you up to?

There, simple, subtle, message. Now, I should probably tweet out something about my new video next week. I can't decide between a cover video, or my night out with girls makeup tutorial. Or even a dang fall haul since October just hit.

@lauramarano: Hey, Lauratics! Vote for which video you want next week! Like for a fall haul and retweet for a cover. Love you lots 😘😘❤️❤️

He hasn't replied, and I sent it three minutes ago. Am I being too paranoid? Probably... I'll just go take a shower, I guess.

| Ross Lynch |

"No, she never replied." I mumble. Ryland and I were currently in the venues bathroom as I tried to avoid doing anything remotely work related. Ryland was getting irritated, seeing as he was suppose to unload lights and shit.

"Then text her first." He replies.

"No, I think she thinks I'm a bit cocky. Cause I kind of sounded cocky... Fuck, I've messed up already." Ryland sighs and pats my shoulder.

"Look, if she doesn't text by tonight, text her first thing tomorrow morning with a sweet good morning text. She'll love it and fall in love in no time." Ryland says, walking out of the bathroom.

"I don't know if I even like her. I don't even know her." I murmur, following right behind him. Everything is just so crazy right now. The bands at its peak, finally going to sold out arenas and huge venues, going on Jimmy Kimmel and Kelly and Michael, everything is looking up.

"Ross, help!" My dad yells. Sighing, I nod and follow suit, pushing one of our many amps to the stage for the crew to set up properly.

• • •

"Thank you all so much for coming out tonight!" I say, stopping myself during the Smile bridge. "I just wanted to take a moment and say a few things to all of you." Breathing heavily, I put both arms up in the air and point to the sky. "The sky's the limit. To reach for your goals, you've gotta go big or go home. Each and every day, you've gotta put your mind to it." Taking another second to breath,e I put an arm down and point the other to the crowd. "I believe in every single one of you. Whether your dream is to get the guy or the girl, to get the degree or the record deal, hell, even lose the damn weight you've gained, go for it." With one last breath, I continue with the song. "So on the count of three, lets see you.."

"A one, a two, a one-two-three! Smile. I wanna make you smile oh oh. I wanna see you smile. I wanna see you smile."

"It's the things you do. I wanna make you smile." We finish off. As soon as Uptown Funk began to play, we started throwing out guitar picks and our set list and Riker's smelly/sweaty towel. Every show always gets me so hyped.