Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Seventeen

So, I guess I'll fast forward you through a lot of boring shit.  Like, four months of boring shit.

I did have dinner with my mom that week I returned and told her all about the song we recorded.  She was heavily jealous, as expected, and demanded I introduce her to Sting, but I told her I can't really do that.  Maybe I can pull some strings with Robert, though, but...  Well, he and I haven't really talked, honestly.

It's not really anyone's fault, I guess...  He's gone a little MIA on social media, and he only responded to my text once.

TS: Made it home, now back to work. :(

I guess I should've said something back, but I really wasn't sure what...   Eventually, there were a few texts, just some short back and forth that left me discouraged.

TS: Plans for NYE?

R: spending the week with Devin, you?

TS: Party with my family and Jimmy, nothing big this year.  Too bad you won't be near LA.

R: sounds fun...can't even imagine a big Hollywood party like that

TS: Not too over the top...just some friends and family.  Wish me luck!

R: luck?  like you need it

TS: Duh.  Gotta get that NYE kiss!

A part of me died at that, but I tried to play it off.

R: you're rdj, you'll be fine

I spent the next three weeks focusing on work, working the days away until I got a small vacation for a week over Christmas.  My mother is Jewish, so we don't do much around Christmas, but her family celebrates both, so I always grew up with the presents and the tree.  And so did Devin, thus her fascination with decorating my home.  Her family, however, goes a little overboard, and instead of the usual family dinner, they book a cruise until New Year's.  This year, I'm invited.  Not sure if it's pity or whatever, but I'll take it.  I need a break.

Turns out...cruises?  Not so much my thing.  I get majorly sea sick.  Which left me either laying on a lounge chair on the deck looking at the sky, or in the bathroom, hovering over the toilet bowl as I try to keep it down.  There's no cell service, either, so I'm at a loss for the week.  Still...Devin enjoyed herself, so that's all that matters.

Little funny side story: one night at dinner, when I was feeling well enough to stay in the dining room with the group, I was approached for the first time.  Scared the shit out of me.  A younger girl recognized me as Robert's date to the premiere...sadly not about the song or any of my performances, but...oh well, I'll take it.  We took a photo, and I sat wide eyed the rest of the night, in awe that that just happened.

When we made shore and I kissed the ground, my messages started flooding my phone, including a voicemail from an unknown number.

Miss Thomas - it's Gordon.  Or, uh...Sting.  Hey, I got your contact information from Robert, so I hope you're not bothered by my call.  I wanted to extend an invitation to you, though.  I've sent a letter to your home address, read it over when you have a moment.  I'm going to be doing a show in LA in the spring and I need an opener, and Robert thought you might fit the bill with the song being re released. 

I nearly pass out hearing that.  An opener?!  To an actual concert?!  To a freaking music superstar?!  Holy shit.

I barely contain my excitement on the drive home.  My mother picks me up from the airport, and knows something's up, but I decide to play it off and wait to surprise her when I read it myself.  She's been staying with the cat, though, dog included, and I'm wondering why she hasn't commented on it.  Until...