Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Thirty Two

Everything up until the concert seems like a blur. 

My mother scolded me, of course, and warned me photos might get out of Robert and I in the ocean, but I couldn't care less anymore.  I've been avoiding social media since it's been such a storm on my name, anyway.  Even my own photos are getting speculation, and I don't want any part of that.  I refrained from telling her about the tour; I don't know if she knows or not, but I feel like she would've blurted it with the bit of info on the interview if she did.

Regardless, I change into something decent and dry my hair while Robert takes a call from someone important, who knows, and try to stop my racing heart.  An entire tour, opening.  For a legend.  I can't even imagine it.  I mean, sure, he's not hip and current, so the venues might be smaller than like...Lady Gaga, or whatever, but still.  For me, this is huge.  Tomorrow's just a small place, maybe a couple hundred, but to have thousands of people listening to me is insane.  I can't focus on anything but that, and that's probably why Robert didn't want to tell me until later, but here we are...

Sound check was...weird.  The venues a small building, kind of bar ish type.  Kind of like a late night cafe, I guess.  There's a huge floor though, and tons of side seating, and a few rooms backstage that we'll have to get ready in.  Robert decided to hang back for this one, knowing he'll draw a crowd, and that's okay.  It's only a test, right?  No one's actually going to hear me yet, so I'm not too nervous.  I mean, I've done these things too many times to count before, so no big deal.

Except for some reason it i a little bit of a deal, because the last time I played a gig like this...wedding excluded

I have the earpieces in for sound balance and feedback, and I breeze through a cover track of something I played at the wedding, a Bret Michaels song, for acoustics.  And that's about it.  I'm shown by the manager to the rooms we can use tomorrow night, and then shown the back door.  I'm given a badge, and our names are put on a list, just in case.  Yeah, totally got some funny looks from security when I told them to add Lynn, Erin, and Jon...and oh, yeah, Robert Downey Jr.

"The RDJ?" the guy asks, cocking an eyebrow and I nod.

"Yeah, he uh...yeah."

"Are you sure?" he asks, not believing me and I sigh and nod.

"I'm pretty sure..."

"Okay..." he reluctantly agrees, sounding like he's not looking forward to telling me he didn't show up tomorrow, as if I have some delusion, but whatever.

And then my mom's driving Erin's car back toward Malibu from the city, toward the elegant restaurant that is a Japanese haven.  Jon and Erin are already there when we arrive, and shortly after, Sting shows up, asking me about the sound check and if everything went okay.  I let him know everything's good to go, and I'm hyped, and then there's commotion toward the front of the restaurant, as the one and only makes his grand entrance, issuing a murmur from the locals seated around us.

He takes the seat to my left at the circular table, folding his napkin and tossing it over his knee, then slides his hand under the tablecloth onto my thigh, making my breath catch and a blush form at my cheeks.  I push it down; I can't tip off anyone here...not yet.

"Sorry I'm late," he apologizes.  "I ran a couple errands, lost track of time."

"Errands?" I ask, and he smirks.

"You'll see."

I'm slightly terrified of what that means but play it off, and then before I know it, Sting's jumping into the big news, and I'm desperately trying to pretend I don't feel everyone's eyes burning into my back as I sit next to Robert.  My mom, on the other hand, isn't even noticing...she's just hanging on every word he says, silently fan girling.