It's Not That Easy.

Chapter 29

Justin's POV

"No." I simply retorted.

"Justi--"

I cut him off once more. "No." I snapped. "Scooter, I'm not doing this." I said sternly.

"Justin you have no other choice." He reminded me.

I sighed in frustration and ran my hand through my hair, wanting to rip it from the roots. This was bullshit. "What if I don't?" I laid out.

Scooter stay seated as I paced back and forth across the table. "You have a contract Justin." He stated firmly. "You signed up for this. I'm pretty sure you know what's going to happen if you don't."

And sometimes I wish I never signed up for this. I shook my head and plopped myself back onto my seat. "Scooter, you know I can't do this right now." I stressed out as I covered my face as I prompt my elbows on the surface of the table.

"I know you're dealing with some shit but this is your job." He pointed out. "And also, this break that you're taking from the studio is almost over anyways. You do know that right?"

I groaned and ignored his question. "Why couldn't LA tell me this sooner?" I let out in irritation.

"I already told you man. None of us knew this would happen. He just found this opportunity and thought it would be great for you." He tried to coax to make me content with this "exciting" news.

"Well he's wrong." I yelled. "This is the last thing I need to deal with right now." I spat. "You know what I'm dealing with man. If this tour happens, my marriage will be officially over." I told him. No one understands what I'm going through. The stress is never ending for me.

"You don't know that--"

"Fuck, Scooter!" I shouted in despair. He's wrong if he really thinks it won't happen. Everyone knows it. I breathed heavily and folded my together as I hung my head down low. "I can't do it man." My voice croaked. Melanie. Alana. I'll lose them if I don't stay.

Suddenly, I felt him patting my back in comfort right when I felt his presence next to me. "I'm sorry Justin." He lowered his voice.

I shook my head. "Scooter, please. Do something." I begged as I lifted my head up to look at him.

"I tried man. And trust me when I say that. I know what you're going through and I've tried to persuade LA to push it but he has his mind set on this." I knew by the sound of his voice he really did try. Besides, it's Scooter. He's done nothing but the best for me. I couldn't help but feel bad for snapping at him. "I tried." He said once last time.

I let out a deep breath. "I know. Sorry for yelling at you." I spoke.

"Don't worry about it. You're stressed, I get it." He said and sat on the seat next to me.

I shook my head as I reread the official paper that laid right in front of me. "This is unreal." More like complete bullshit.

"They can always go Justin. Remember that they're always invited to come." He said.

"But this won't help." I told him with blankly as I continued to stare at the paper that mocked me. "She's already moving out man. I planned to stay here and try to make things work. Leaving isn't going to do anything but make it worse." My body was drained. I had no motive whatsoever to do this tour. As much as I love my fans, I didn't want to do it.

"You have about two months Justin." He reminded me. "Two months until this tour starts. That's a lot of time. Use it." He said firmly.

"But we're going to be promoting, rehearsing, and all that shit. How am I going to find the time for them?" I questioned.