I'm Not Excited [DISCONTINUED; REBOOTED]

It's Etiquette You Idiot

[ Rolling Stone Building; Gwen Kay's Office Room ]

"Jake Bugg," Gwen Kay declared. "You've gotta interview Jake Bugg. He is your first assignment for Rolling Stone."

"Woah. J-Jake Bugg? Isn't he like, Justin Beiber's age?" Illyana asked confusedly.

Gwen nodded. "Indie's new singer-songwriter, and he's authentic; poetic for his age. We'll fly you to England. How about that?"

Illyana's eyes widened. "W-what? A-are you telling me that, on my first week here, I'm already going across the pond?"

"Not a big deal, right? Besides, aren't you from England? You mentioned being from England, no?" Gwen asked, leaving her chair.

Illyana nodded, furrowing her brow. "Well, can we book him for...?"

"Next week, yes we can," Gwen cut her off, standing next to the window.

"Hm. Alright, gives me enough time to prepare."

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[ Madrid, Spain ]

Woke up

Fell out of bed

Dragged a comb across my hair

Ezra sang A Day in the Life while getting dressed for a day off with the boys. The indie heartthrob put a black, buttonless cardigan on top of his buttoned collar shirt, then quickly ran a hand across his hair, adding messy waves to it.

"Hey, Ez, you set?" Baio's familiar voice asked through the door.

"Hm? Oh! Yes, almost!" Ezra replied, looking for his shoes. "Going, really!"

"We'll be waiting for you in the lobby."

"M'kay," Ezra agreed. He grabbed his shoes from below the bed and sat down, putting them on. He smiled fondly as he thought about Illyana. There was something about her that made her more than just a moment in time. Still, Ezra didn't understand what made her different. The killer smile? Perhaps that, but it was her aura, he decided, that made her different.

Something that Alexandra Black lacked, too.

Ugh, Alexandra.

Ezra finished tying his shoes, and stood up tall, walking towards the door.

At least I never have to see her again.

He walked out the door, shutting it behind him. The iPhone in his pocket vibrated, showing him new Twitter notifications, especially mentions. Before stepping into the elevator, he opened up the app and checked the tweets.

Of course, most where pretty easy, nearly predictable; about his style, his looks, his genius, and every stupid thing possible.

Except one.

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@Marceluuuh_

Hey, @arzE, I heard u got a gf. what's she like? A nerd like u?

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Should I answer?

Ezra shrugged, walking into the elevator.

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@Marceluuuh_ she's a dork, writer & redhead. u will have to piece the rest by urself.

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"And send."

*DING*