I'm Not Excited [DISCONTINUED; REBOOTED]

Finger Back

[ New York Times Building ]

"Here, vanilla latte; just the way you like it," Chloe said, placing the cup of coffee on Illyana's desk.

Illyana looked up, smiling at Chloe. "Thanks, boo. You can take the rest of the day off - it's not too busy, and I've gotta figure this out." The redhead pointed at her computer screen.

"What is it?" Chloe cocked a brow, walking in back of Illyana's desk seat. She squinted her eyes as she got closer to the screen. "Wait, you're moving?"

Illyana shook her head, shooing her friend away. "No, it's for my mother. I can't let her live alone in that big, empty house. Jesus, have you seen it? She need something smaller, closer to me," she explained, clicking on different browsers.

"Mm, I see. Anything in particular? 'Cause I know I few people who can help around the area." Chloe said, placing her small hand on Illyana's shoulder.

"I'm not sure. Two bedrooms, a kitchen, bathroom, I guess those are the basic necessities, right?" Illyana turned to Chloe, giving her a quizzical look. "Perhaps around Central Park. At a safe distance from Ezra's Brooklyn and my SoHo."
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[ Berlin, Germany ]

"Do people even know we exist?" Ezra asked, his hands neatly placed in his coat pocket, as they walked through the foggy streets of the city.

"The Germans?" Baio asked.

"Yeah," Ezra replied. "I feel as if they don't know us. I mean, don't get me wrong, anyone can be part of the fanbase, but are we that well-known here?"

If there was one thing about Ezra, it was that he wasn't famous - or, at least he wouldn't call himself that. No, famous was Coca-Cola, or the Queen of England, and Beyoncé. No, despite the critical acclaim, legion of girls crawling at his feet, and the Grammy, he wasn't famous. Just a familiar, well-known face.

Baio shrugged, quickly scanning the place. "I mean, we've been to crazier places where they knew about us. They sang with us. They danced to us. Whoever goes, it's because they see something good enough in us to spend their time and money on."

Rostam nodded, rubbing his hands together for warmth. "You'll see, Ez, we'll kill it! We always do!"

Ezra still didn't feel so convinced but decided to go along with his friends. "I guess you're right. Our fanbase is loyal, yeah."

"Yeah! Oh, by the way, I've a few songs I'm working on, and I'll need your opinion later, Ez," Rostam added. "I think the past three weeks have given me enough time to think long enough about our next album."

Baio turned to Rostam, stopping him mid-sidewalk. They saw Ezra, heavily distracted, walking on as if the boys were still there with him. Baio muffled his own laughter, while Rostam shook his head in disbelief.

"Our lovesick puppy's turning into a zombie. It seems as if just yesterday he was rapping about whack calzones," Rostam said jokingly, making Baio burst out in laughter, which interrupted Ezra's trance.

"Wa-what?" He looked around, turning his body around. "What are you losers waiting for? Hurry!" He exclaimed, motioning for them to keep on walking.

"Hey Ez, if I was a telepath and I could read your mind, would I find Illyana somewhere in there?" Baio asked, looking away to avoid Ezra seeing laugh.

Ezra stood up straight, eyeing Baio intensely. "You're actually somewhat wrong and somewhat right," he answered.

"Oh?" Rostam asked, cocking a brow. "This sounds interesting."