This Is Us But You Still Playing

Chapter 17: I Want You Back

A/N *POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING* I don't usually put these...but there's a part in this chapter where if you have bad anxiety/panic attacks and if you are a very visual person, you should probably be careful reading it. I'll put three Astrid's before the part just so you know and it goes from the Astrid's until the end of the chapter. It probably won't happen but I wanted to put it just in case. And if you do skip it for precaution the next chapter will speak on what happened anyway so you'll still know what happened.. A song comment got the early update.. ENJOY!!❤❤

"Paris, you're not listening--"

"I am. And trust me I understand. But right now it isn't about what you're going through. It's about getting your tour tickets sold. And they're only going to sell if you do your hit songs. Those songs aren't on you're upcoming album, they're on your first, third and fourth."

I turned to her making Leslie frustrated since she was redoing my makeup differently for my performance. But she knew I was in a mood and I wasn't thinking.

"That's not true. My second album went diamond. It beat Adele's numbers for 21. My third album just got multi-platinum and my first one took almost 6 months to get platinum. If anything they want me to perform the whole second album. Plus, the singles I want to perform will sell ten times as fast because of everything."

"The answer is no. Perform the songs I told you."

"Paris that's not--"

She held her hand up and shook her hand.

"No. No more discussion. It's not happening. You're doing the songs that's on the set list that we gave them and that's final."

I rolled my eyes and turned back to look in the mirror in front of me no longer acknowledging her in the room. It's been officially a little over a year since Dinah and I broke up. This is the first time she'll have to be in a room with me for a long period of time and can't leave or start an argument with me, and Paris wants me to sing songs about screwing random girls when all I want is for Dinah to understand that I only love her and never stepped out of our relationship. The only thing I have to be sorry for is who I've messed with since then... but I can't when I can't even sing what the hell I want without getting threatened to get sued.

"I'm sorry Y/N. But it's been over a year since she left. She's moved on apparently, maybe you should too."

She said before putting her hand on my shoulder then walking out.

"Fuck that."

I mumbled to myself, taking a few deep breaths to calm down. It took a second since it occasionally felt like my heart was skipping beats to a stop. But I was eventually able to get it under control enough to function like I was fine.

"Excuse me sir."

I yelled to the guard at my door. He turned once he realised I was talking to him.

"Can you get my drummer in here, please?"

He nodded and spoke in his talkie to get her in here.

"You sure you want to do this Y/N/N?"

"I need her back. I can't keep going like this with her thinking that I don't care anymore because I can't sing certain things. She knows that I sing my feelings and all she sees is me singing about my hoes. If I prove to her that I really do care, she might actually listen to what I have to say."

Leslie nodded and smiled but still shook her head at me.

"All done.... Good luck boo. I hope it works."