Jack Gilinsky live in a tour bus. As a musician, he tend to move place to place and time to time. Busy schedule leave him not time for romance relationship.
But he thought wrong.
He met a classy girl from a small town in southwest Sheffield. When Ja...
Finally, time for a break from the tour. It's been a long weeks for me and the team, but mostly me.
From London to Birmingham to Manchester. It was a great experiences for me. Different place, different atmosphere. I love every second of it.
The tour is tiring, but if I complain every single places and tour, it's just making me crazy. I keep doing what's right in front of me, clear and get it perfectly done.
"You have two weeks of break and then we go back to the US. Gotta have an intimate concert." Andrew reminded me. The intimate concert, the concert with a limited fans and meet and greet. The type of concert that I loved. I get to meet them closely and have a short conversation with them.
"I know. I'm going to stop in Bakewell. Some people mentioned to that they have their infamous pudding and I want to try it." I said, scrolling through my social media. I honestly just got mentioned. Since I'm in the UK right now, so why don't I try it myself?
"Sure. We'll go to Bakewell. You must treat us all." Without him even saying that, I will.
"Sure, sure." I smiled goofily. "Can we go now?"
"Of course, sweetheart." Andrew give me a teasing smile. What the hell?
"Stop it." I feel embarrass. I walk away and to the bus. I get in and walk straight to the bunk bed and sit down. I pull out my phone from my pocket and open an Instagram app. I choose the recent picture.
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After posting the picture, I put down my phone and throw myself to the bed. I sigh, taking a deep breath and release it roughly. It's been a tough weeks for me. My health been up and down, Andrew trying his best to keep me out of weak situation. He doesn't want me to get sick in the middle of concerts.
I can't keep forcing myself to work and work without a break. I'll be in the hospital bed already.
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"Welcome to Winterbourne Café. What can I help you?" My breath hitched when I see the woman behind the cashier.
Her blue eyes hypnotized me. With her white apron and a bun hair style. She looked simple, but elegant. She is far from an average other women. I can't even compare her to anyone.
"Hello?" She wave her hand in front of my face. I feel Andrew nudge me in the rib, making me sober up.
"Hey." I smile sweetly to her. "I would like your special menu, please." I can see Andrew narrowed his eyes at me. I ignore him and just keep looking to the woman in front of me.
"Sure, let me get it for you. By the way, how much would you like to take?" She ask again while touching on the computer screen.
"Ten pieces of each." I said in unsure. I think my order is too much.
