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“Morning,” someone said sweetly into my ear and I smiled, feeling strong warm arms around me. A gentle hand stroked my cheek and my eyes fluttered open. I turned my head and realisation hit that I wasn’t dreaming all that I’d done last night.
“Morning,” I reply feeling a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. Oh God I slept with Tom… This could be a total screw up if I don’t play it right, I think and closed my eyes slowly to try thinking everything through. I mean, hear me out here. I bloody love the guy; the guy was hot, sweet and funny. He seemed to have a never ending energy level and an infectious laugh. He was a rocker! He… But! But if I didn’t tread it right then I’d get kicked out of the tour, not that it was the worst thing. If I got on tour and it started getting sticky… then it wouldn’t be so good. Maybe I’m just overthinking everything, I realise when I felt him gently kiss my bare neck. Maybe I should just let it roll with the tide.
“What time is it?” I mumble opening my eyes and let my forehead press onto his briefly before his hand searched for the alarm clock on the messy bedside table of the cheap motel.
“Uhh…” he said and then eventually looked away while we both laughed. “Nearly eleven.”
“Shit!” I exclaim and jump up and throw on my bra quickly. “Do you know where my jeans are?” I exclaim, running around in my underwear. He chuckled.
“No? I haven’t a clue,” he said smiling from the bed as he watched me run around like a headless chicken.
“Tom this is serious,” I say.
“I’m a serious man, look at me!” he replied smoothly and lifted his arms into the air to point at himself. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I promised my friend I would be there to get started on the building! The architect is going to be there any minute now and it’ll be on my head!” I say and motioned to my throat being slit and my head rolling off. He chuckled.
“Why doesn’t the lazy bugger go there himself and get it done,” he said and grabbed hold of my waist, pulling me back into the bed with him.
“I told him the same thing,” I reply and kiss his lips, smiling into it and felt myself melting into his touch. I growled and pulled away. “But I got to go, I’m sorry,” I say and reach past him and grabbed his jeans instead before rolling onto the floor with a thud and kicked my legs into them and grabbed a belt to stop me looking like one of those ‘gangsta’s’. Whoever thought showing your underwear to every other passing person was either a slut or just needed a belt. Think of the midgets people!
“I’ll call you,” he said as I stood at the door and smiled at him.
“You better,” I reply and point at him before turning to go, but stopped myself, “Or you’ll never see these jeans again!” I state. He chuckled and I reluctantly left. Maybe this tour is going to be better than the one with Eminem, I think to myself as I ran out the door and down the street.
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Turns out the meeting was for twelve! So I wasn’t as late as I thought I was going to be, but it was good to get a proper look around the building. I was standing at where I thought the stage was and grinned at the prospect of performing again. You get the hit like a cocaine addict, when you get past the nervousness of your first few shows and you stand in a spotlight for a moment in front of thousands your heart is beating so fast and you’re down to pure talent. You can’t hide talent with that moment, you either break down and the world sees what you really are, or you get the hit. That hit becomes an addiction.
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