Crimson Idol

Three

Song: Tired - Alan Walker

The drive to Caitlin's house wasn't long, i did not return her phone calls, instead, i spent the whole drive thinking about what i was going to tell her when she asks me where the hell i was. Usually i would pick up the moment she called, but not today. Today i had been wrapped up in the beauty and glory of a Harry.

As i walk up the steps to her house, i decide it is best to keep Harry to myself. So much of my life is out for everybody to see, it wouldn't hurt if i kept this one bit to private. After-all, I'm not supposed to know his last name.

She pulls the door open from in front of me the moment i ring the doorbell, and her eyes are frantic and panicked, raking me up and down. She's on the phone as she nods her head at me and pulls me inside by the arm. Her green eyes look tired and worried, and the person on the other side of the phone doesn't seem to be helping that. She runs off into the kitchen and leaves me in her living room. I kick off my shoes and lay my back against her loveseat. Her living room has a whole glass wall that reveals the garden, and a stairwell from the garden that leads downstairs to the swimming pool. I never understood why she needed stairs from her garden when she had stairs to the swimming pool from inside the house, but Caitlin wasn't one for simplicity, she liked a show, which is exactly why she is the only person who I'd let manage me. She always takes all of my ideas to a whole new level, way bigger than i imagine them in the first place. She says i don't realize how important i am, I don't think she realizes how not important i am

She walks back in as she hangs up the phone, her heels clicking against the marble floor, pausing in front of me, hand against her brown leather sofa

"Where the fuck where you?" She asks, stern. Looking as if she couldn't be more relieved or more angry to see me.

"I thought i was on a break" She hasn't sat down yet, her red dress hugs her so nicely and falls right on her knees. Black heels push her up five inches more than what she really is, and her hair touches her shoulders so elegantly, she looked beautiful, but she was still mad

"I thought you said you didn't want a break!" Her voice is loud, frustrated "Leila, you can't just run off whenever you decide! We have interviews and press conferences and meetings! SO. MANY. MEETINGS! I can't do these things on my own, its wasn't my tour"

"Caitlin calm down, I'm here now" I tell her "We'll go through everything together" She is still standing up, her posture tense. Caitlin is always raving on about how i need to lay back so i can let the art flow, and how i have to go out and left things happen to me, but not today apparently. 

"Damn straight we will" she says and runs her hands through her hair "Jesus Leia"

After that, Caitlin sat down next to me, her laptop on her lap, every single day on her calendar marked red for importance. She shakes her head then puts her reading glasses on

"Well, first of all tomorrow we have a meeting with the label to discuss your next album as we've talked about it before" Shit.

"Did you tell them I'd be working on it now?" I ask, the air conditioning is on but it's hot in here, I have never not had anything to write about, let alone lacked the will

"No, I didn't. I know you're a hesitant baby. Plus, I'm the one who suggested a break in the first place" Caitlin was never one to push me beyond my physical limitations, I'm always the one who wants to work work work

"I don't think i'll have an album anytime soon" I tell her, and she nods her head "I'm not inspired, you know"

"I know. But we still have a shit-ton to go over" she adverts her attention to her laptop again "TODAY!" she screams "WE HAVE A PRESS CONFRENCE TODAY!"