Sorry for the long wait and crappiness of this chapter, I have a massive writer’s block, and I really haven’t got any idea what to write anymore, which sucks. I’m trying not to think too much about it, hoping I will get some kind of inspiration, but so far, it’s not really working.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: “STILL INTO YOU
I awake the next morning, quite early, at five, because I have to be ready and down in the studio at six. Basically, I only have half an hour to get ready. I quickly jump in the shower, and I haven’t noticed until now I have got so much more tattoos than I thought, woah. I’m going to ask Jessica about the meanings of them later, which will probably take a while as literally, both my arms are covered by tattoos. I get out of the shower, give my teeth a quick brush and apply some make up, the usual dark makeup around my eyes. I throw on a grey, baggy sweater, and roll up the sleeves around my elbow, as always. It shows off my tattooed arms and the tons of bracelets, most of them given by fans, around my left wrist.
-’I’m leaving!’ I yell as I open the door, but the door is thrown close by Jessica. -’No, you’re not. You are waiting for me,’ she growls before disappearing upstairs. I raise my eyebrows at her weird behaviour and make my way to the kitchen, making myself a cup of tea to kill the time. As I’m searching through the cupboards, trying to find the tea, Jessica is yelling for me from upstairs. -’WHAT?’ I yell back, as I haven’t got a clue on what she just yelled. She screams something again, but not hearing it, I make my way upstairs and walk into the bedroom, carrying my mug of hot water, as I had to abort my mission ‘try to find tea’. -’Can you help me find my phone?’ she asks me, pouting. She’s lying on bed, reading a magazine. -’Why aren’t you looking for it?’ -’Because I couldn’t find it,’ she says smirking and continues reading her fashion magazine. -’Right, where did you last see it?’ Jessica rolls her eyes exaggeratedly. -’If I knew, I wouldn’t have lost it! Duh uh!’ I place my tea, oh wait, no, hot water, on the floor. -’Right, I’ll find it!’
-’FOUND IT!’ I yell, entering the bedroom and holding it up in my hand triumphantly. -’Great, thanks. Shall we go?’ I nod and she gets up from the bed, trips, yes, trips, over my mug of tea and falls to the floor. I try to stifle my laugh as I stick out my hand, helping her up. -’It’s not funny,’ she groans, rubbing her back. -’It was, for me, but are you okay?’ -’No, my back hurts!’ -’I’ll carry you.’ I carry her downstairs, outside, into the black van which has been waiting for us about ten minutes.
-’Good morning, Keith was it, right?’ -’Yes, ma’am, and good morning to you, too,’ he smiles and taps his head. -’How’s your back?’ I ask Jessica. -’Fine,’ she says grunting. -’Do you want one of these? I found them in a cupboard, next to the toothpaste,’ I say as I get two time-outs out of my bag. -’Yeah, please!’ I hand her one over and open mine, taking a bite. -’Why do we have toothpaste in a kitchen cupboard?’ I ask her, after swallowing. -’Well, sometimes, in the morning, you would be late so you kept toothpaste in the kitchen, so you didn’t have to sprint upstairs to brush your teeth, and you could save time.’ -’so I was the one who came up with that idea?’ She nods, and takes another bite.
-’EMELI! OVER HERE! SMILE!’ I interlock our fingers, and we make our way through the crowd, surrounded by at least five bodyguards. We get inside the building. -’Right, Emma, as your fifth album came out two weeks ago, a week before your surgery, you will need to learn the songs on them. Tonight’s setlist contains about… Ten songs off you new album.’ I nod as I take in the information. Fifth album, woah, I sure have been working hard.
After ten hours of rehearsing, it’s four PM now, it’s now time for an interview. -’Hello, you are Jason, right?’ I ask as I shake his hand. -’Yeah, I am indeed, it’s really great to meet you! This interview will be mainly about your recent success in the USA, and about your album, and of course, tonight’s show. You’re opening ITunes Festival, of course!’ he says enthusiastically. -’Yeah, it’s great.’ -’So, I’ve heard about your brain surgery last… Monday? Was it Monday?’ Jason asks, tilting his head and making eye contact with someone behind the camera, who nods. -’I heard about your brain surgery last Monday, did everything go okay? Is it all alright?’ He asks, genuinely concerned. -’Yes, no, well, err… It’s kind of hard to explain, and I can’t really say much of it, but, well, err… It’s like this. I have lost my memory, I gained some of it, but not everything. Right now, I can remember up until I’m 22. After that, nothing really… Right, now, I’m just trying my best to build things up again with my wife, and trying to learn the song, which is quite a task. In one and a half day I learned the lyrics to ten songs, so I hope everything is going well tonight, I’m quite nervous, to be honest,’ I smile nervously at Mr Gilbert, and he nods approvingly. -’And how is everything between you and Jessie?’ -’It’s great, she told me loads about everything we’ve done together, showed me photos, videos, it was adorable. She’s… she’s… The best thing that ever happened to me, I’m so glad to have someone I can trust, someone I can rely on,’ I tell him honestly.
