I sat back with my guitar in my arms as I watched Dana run around like a headless chicken. I don't even know why she was stressing so much, it was an off day.
"No, the arena was booked for six, not fucking eight." I raised my eyebrows at her tone.
"Watch your profanity." I teased and she immediately glared at me. I snickered to myself as I grabbed my water bottle, taking a sip.
As she continued to pace around while heatedly speaking to whoever was on the phone, I decided to have a little fun. I slid next to the tour bus speaker and connected my phone to it before going to my song list and picking ImSippinTeaInYoHood. Don't ask why I have that song.
I started the volume low before gradually turning it up, my eye on Dana the entire time.
"Boy I'm sippin' tea in yo hood
What the fuck is up, you buttercup!"
I didn't realize how loud it would truly be until Dana jumped harshly, the phone flying from her hand and lading facedown on the floor. My eyes widened as she scrambled to get it before raising it. The entire screen was shattered and glitching.
I slowly turned the music down as she shot daggers at me.
"I'm-"
"Can you not be a fucking child for five minutes?" She hissed as she started out of the tour bus. I opened my mouth to reply but I couldn't. Her comment lowkey hurt me. I sat back on the couch and sunk down as the tour bus door slammed behind her.
Pouting to myself, I grabbed my phone and facetimed the person who could make me feel better.
"Danish mami." I whined as her face popped up on my screen.
She propped her elbow on the mattress before leaning her head on her hand as she played with her hoodie string. "What's wrong brat?"
"Dana yelled at me for no reason." Her eyebrow cocked as she stared at me knowingly. "Okay maybe her phone broke on account of me but it's not my fault she has a bad grip."
"Well, was she on the phone or busy?" I momentarily looked away from the screen, making her chuckle. "Yeah well that's probably why."
"Ok but she scolded me like a child. You know how much I hate that." She nodded softly as she bit her bottom lip.
"I'll talk to her. Just try not to stress her out, alright? You knows she's a little hard-"
"A little hard ass." I cut in with an eye roll. "I'm going out with Matt tonight though so she'll have to be pissy by herself."
Vanessa rolled her eyes and flipped onto her back. "No dancing with girls and no shots. Promise?"
I smiled and nodded, "Sure babe."
"Two more!" I slurred to the bartender as she slid two tequila shots across the bar.
"Hey Precious, last time you got fucked up you puked in my Mclaren. Slow down." Matt said as he tried to grab the shot from my hand but he was too drunk to pull it from me.
"I'm good, chill- woah." My jaw dropped as a girl walked past us in what seemed like slow motion. "Is..is that?"
"Uh, yeah I think that's Rihanna." I nodded absentmindedly as she stopped at a vip booth and talked to some people.
"She's been my celebrity crush since I was like..thirteen."
Her gaze raised and she suddenly looked in my direction. She put her finger on the bridge of her glasses and tilted them down, holding eye contact with me before looking away with a smirk.
