Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

Ain't Seen Nothin' Yet.

Ever since our recovery performance with Elton John, Gypsy Blue has made it big time.

Like, we've blown up on the front of every magazine cover, and our name's been heard about 1000 times in an hour on every radio station in the U.S.

And that was only 3 weeks ago!

Since then, Steven and I couldn't go anywhere without Eddie.

We especially needed to look out for Alaska, and her safety. 

Other than a few attempts of crazed fans trying to sneak onto our property, we've been living good. 

Yeah, things have been busy with Steven getting ready go to back on tour and with Gypsy Blue trying to tour at the same time. 

We've tried to plan the dates accordingly, so that we'd be in the same cities at the same time, which worked for the most part. The only problem is that Aerosmith has a stint of their tour in South America, where as Gypsy Blue is only in the U.S and Canada. 

This leads us to our current scene;

The recording studio, where Aerosmith, their producers and managers, and Gypsy Blue and our producers and managers, have all teamed up to come up with a reasonable solution to our touring together. 

"I mean, honestly guys," I shrugged, picking at my nails, not bothering to look any of them in the eyes. "I don't see why this is such a problem. We'll only be apart for a few months. Gypsy Blue's tour ends, what… in September? It's April now, and we start the tour next week! We should've have this figured out by now."

I sighed, finally looking around the table at the baffled expressions around me. 

"Aerosmith starts their South American tour in September, when we finish ours… This isn't a big deal, we can either go with them and work on an album or building a fan base, or stay here and do the same."

Ryan and Joe both bobbed their heads like they totally agreed with me, while RJ and Brad looked at me like I had six heads.

"It's really not that big of a deal." I shrugged again, picking up the, now ringing, cell phone that was lying  before me on the large mahogany table of the meeting room in the studio. "Excuse me, I need to take this." I sighed as I snatched the device and stood up, strolling out of the room. The number on the caller I.D showed that it was the babysitter, Carla.

"Hello?" I asked, a little worried. "Carla?"

"Hey, Mia!" Her usual bubbly, 18 year-old voice pierced through the receiver of my IPhone. 

"What's up? Is everything okay?" I asked, anxious that she was calling me. 

"Yeah, I just called to let you know that little Ali is sound asleep. I fed her and changed her diaper, but then I think she got sick, because she threw up everywhere." She sounded a little worried, hoping I probably wouldn't get mad at her or something. "I cleaned her up, and then took her temperature, just to make sure she wasn't sick or anything. I mean, she's got a very low fever, she's at 99.8 right now."

"Where is she right now?" I asked, as my anxiety rose. I know it's nothing to worry about, but I am a new mother, and she is my baby. 

"Oh, she's fine. Sleeping like an angel. I gave her some of the baby medicine, and then put her to bed. I just thought I should call and let you know." She still sounded cheery, which calmed me down, knowing there was nothing I should worry about. 

"Well, thank you Carla. You're amazing." I smiled, sighing relief. "Steven and I are almost finished up here… I hope… We shouldn't be too much longer. What time do you need to be home?"