When I got to my apartment, I didn’t even bother to take my shoes off. I threw my bag and leather jacket unto the couch and pulled out a beer from the bridge. When my computer finally hummed to a start I decided to do some research.
The Wanted.
My first destination was YouTube, where I decided the video “All Time Low” would be sufficient enough for me to form an opinion on them. When it began I just stared blankly at the screen. Are we back in 1996? Or is this just a reincarnation of the Backstreet Boys? I nearly chugged my beer to make the video tolerable, and when I got near the end, most of it ended up being sprayed onto the screen. I laughed hysterically for the next five minutes until I had tears in my eyes. The last minute consisted largely of flailing and overdramatic facial expressions. Just kill me now, I can’t do this. So embarrassing.
After I finally composed myself, the phone started to ring.
“What?”
“Taylor, this is Eli.”
“Yo.”
“I managed to speak with Mr. Whitely after our conference, and I have good news.”
“Oh thank God! I wouldn’t have been able to tour with them anyway. I just watched their video and they’re literally five flailing idiots and –“
Eli coughed. “No…no. I wanted to let you know that Pretty Reckless is allowed to stay together. I told Whitely that they’re not the source of your bad behaviour.”
“Oh…”
A heavy awkward silence occurred.
“Well, have a good night Taylor. I’ll let you know the details of the tour in the next few days.
Click.
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Two Months Later
“We’re already late. Seriously, hurry up.”
“Ben, shut up. You don’t have three hundred things to pack.”
“Yeah, but I have you to put up with.” Acting like the brother I never had.
“Okay whatever. I’m almost done, so just go downstairs.” I sighed loudly and continued shoving things into my leopard print suitcase. I knew I should’ve started packing way before the day of my flight, but it was nearly impossible with all of the contract signing, practising, and everything else – also known as drinking until my liver gives out.
When I finally managed to zip close all of my luggage, I made my way downstairs where a cab and Ben would be waiting for me. Then three hours later I would be on a first-class flight to England where the most boring three months of my life would begin. At this point, I just wanted everything to be over with. I was already homesick.
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I Don't Need To Be Saved; Nathan Sykes & Taylor Momsen Fanfiction
FanfictionTaylor Momsen is hitting an all time low, so she's sent on a tour with one of many things she hates - a boy band. As her life is flipped upside down, everything takes an unexpected twist in a direction she'd never imagined...