Once In A Lifetime (Katy Perry/John Mayer Fanfic)

Chapter Fifty-One: Lost In Sweet Ecstacy

"Are you nervous, babe?" John asked as he sat across from me on the sofa, his legs wrapped up tightly in a blanket, a mug of hot chocolate in his hands - despite the fact it was the midst of the summer season - giving me a smile.

"Yes. To say the least. I can't believe it's happening," I chuckled, ruffling my hair with my fingertips as I scratched roughly at the roots, my stomach in a knot as I thought about it, about the fact it was a week away and I was scared beyond measure.

It was time.

I was making my official comeback - the first record off of my PRISM record was soon to be released, and I was terrified. Nervous. Excited. Everything in between, I guess. I was most nervous about the audience, about how my hard work, my passion, my dedication would be received. I'd worked my ass off on this album, I felt, and it was something different entirely. This was a different side to the generic Katy Perry the world had come to know and love - it wasn't about cotton candy and tits this time, no, this was deeper. I was going to connect to my fans on an entirely different level - and I was, I guess you could say, scared. Scared to truly reveal my emotion and truth to the world after my divorce.

"They're not going to like it," John stated, making me furrow my eyebrows at him instantaneously.  "... They're going to love it. Love you. Love how passionate you are about what you do, because it shows baby, it shows."

"You really think so?" I asked, a little childishly as I gnawed on my thumb - but I really was awaiting the answers that John never hesitated to give me.

"Of course. You've worked so hard on this and it's going to pay off, I promise you that," He smiled back, making me smile back at him as we exchanged soft eye gazes across the sofa. "Plus, like, most of the songs are about me so of course they'll love it."

"Whatever," I said as I rolled my eyes, giggling before I angled my body just enough to grab a fistful of the squishy pillow behind my back, pulling it out and throwing it at him, laughing as it got him directly in the head.

"Just saying, Walking On Air is my favourite," He chuckled as he removed the pillow, throwing it back in my direction, but only half-hearted as to not disrupt the hot mug of coffee that was still placed in my hands. I giggled at him, blushing like a schoolgirl as he blew me a kiss and a simultaneous wink as he got up from the sofa, walking towards the kitchen. "I'm gonna get a head start on dessert. It's treat yourself night, so don't argue with me on this one. And, also, don't up to any mischief."

"Always," I laughed from the living room, before taking a moment to finish my coffee, the hot liquid feeling refreshing despite the fact I really shouldn't be drinking it - it was 10pm already. But, I had planned a night at home to work on my record - the perfectionist I am, indeed very much coming into play right now as I was in the midst of writing, writing writing, cutting, cursing, throwing drafts in the trash and restarting. It was a frustrating process, and the one I hated most - but the end result was always worth it. I never released records I wasn't one hundred percent passionate about, that I hadn't worked on day and night until it was completed.

The thought of my first single being released only in a couple of weeks' time was terrifying - for many reasons. Mainly because John and I had now, though it had been three months since we'd gotten back together, which had been the best three months ever, since being together with him from the beginning - things were still a little patchy. As in, I knew what this record was going to do to my personal life, my love life, any sense of normalcy I still had remaining right now actually, something I would inhale as much as I could when I was in a record-making hiatus. It was going to completely change everything, if I could judge on what happened with Teenage Dream.