Messy Love (Ed Sheeran)

Stuck In My Head

"After the VMA's, we're heading to New Mexico, and from there, promos will start..." Paul continued to explain on the bus. I glared out the window, my mind wandering to distant places, dreams that I enjoyed having.

Paparazzi had me on the cover for over two weeks, and TMZ couldn't keep their mouth closed for just as long.

I stayed away, but for some odd reason, it brought my ratings up, more people were buying, but there was a lot more negative feedback when it came to social networking sites.. Not only that, but my music became so big that I got nominated like 4 times into the VMA's..

The only thing bothering me was the fact that I didn't want to see Mr.Sheeran any time soon... I was already heartbroken..And I knew for a fact he was going to be there..

I sighed  and that  interview  I watched a week ago really had me out of it..

Ed was being interviewed in New Zealand and when asked about us.. His face became a disapointed, and he vigorously shook his head... stating that ' Barbara and I are nothing. That's all. So please stop with the commotion. I have a girlfriend now, and I would stop with that'

I didn't know which one hurt most.

The fact that he said him and I were nothing..

Or the fact that he already had a girlfriend.

But why am I even thinking of Ed Sheeran? I don't know.. He's been stuck in my head.

The exact opposite of trying to forget about him..

"Barbs, are you even listening?" Paul asked, and I took my gaze away from the window,

"Hmm?" I asked again, and there was a bit of a sore feeling to it. I rose my eyebrow.

"I think I'm getting sick. My throat feels sore," I got up and drank from my waterbottle... Yup, must be getting a cold. Paul's face fell into a grimace.

"Then I'll have someone there try and find some B12. I can't afford you getting sick," I rolled my eyes.. I'm pretty sure he can afford it already..

The bus came to a stop, and I was in behind the Staple Center. Time for the most anticipated performance of my life..

Smile, Barbs.. It's the best medicine.

Once I came inside, I was rushed into the dressing room, and my make-up and all was done in hours. I wasn't going on the red carpet, because I didn't want to run into anyone..

But luckily I will be the opening performance,  and then I had the honor of performing whichever song America picks.

So yeah, it's live..

No pressure at all.

"Okay, Barbs. Does your throat still hurt?" Paul asked anxiously as my hairdresser fixed my hair. I nodded.

"Okay, get the nurses in here and give her an injection," I huffed, I hated those B12 injections, pain in the ass..

Literally.

I started practicing my vocals, and the stadium staff seemed a little off... Not as professional..

I felt the pinch on my bum, but it quickly went away. I felt alot more energized.

And then some other lady came in, and she injected me again..

"Um, I think I already got the B12 shot, miss," I said calmly and she looked up at me in surprise. I don't mind it, you cant overdose on B12 anyway.

"B12?" she murmured, and the youngster that had came in before barged in, her eyes frantic. She met my gaze and she suddenly said something in another language.  I've taken German before.. so I was able to catch some words.

All I had comprehended was wrong and fired, before Paul came in and the ladies shuffled out, yelling at each other.

"What was that about?"

I shrugged and he laughed.

"Barbara Alexis, on stage in 3," he blurted, and I shuffled away for concert.

When I walked behind the curtain, sitting near my piano just in case as I listened..

I heard  our host, Robert Downey Jr (he actually is a musician again, if you didn't know) coming on stage and cracking some jokes.

"Well, Ms.Alexis, ready to know what song America picked for you to start off this amazing evening?" Robert's voice echoed through the stage, knowing I was behind those curtains.

"Haven't been this ready since I was born, but then again, I was a preemie..so.. nevermind," I said through my head mic, and the crowd laughed.

"Well, America has picked..." I felt my heart thump in nervousness, and I couldn't stop smiling.

"Hurt featuring Ed Sheeran!" Robert roared, and I froze.. and the curtains opened, the high tech stage plate pulling me forward as I forced a smile, the crowd roaring.

"Is Ed Sheeran in the crowd today?" I looked at what I can only invision as Iron Man.. why did he have to be so much like him? God Damn, Robert. No. No Ed Sheeran

"Ah', there you are," he laughed and I looked at my keys, faking a laugh. A minute later, everyone cheered..

God kill me now.