"come on skating with me frank." my friend devon called from the kitchen in her apartment
"dev im jet lagged as hell, i just want to sit her and enjoy this peace while I still have it” I said looking at my phone to see if my manager Megan has sent me anything.
“that’s always your excuse” she said setting two cups of steaming hot coffee down on the table and sitting across from me.
“well sorry I wanted to do something with my life and it just so happened to be singing.”I stated sarcastically, while I took the cup that was sitting in front of me, glancing up I saw devon staring at me with her phone in her hand and Cheshire grin
“what?” I asked my faint French accent coming out
“Stevie’s coming down for a little while” she squealed. Stevie was Devon and Is’ childhood friend, we all grew up in Montreal together,lived right next door to each other, but when we graduated high school I moved with devon for my recored label ,Devon ended up here in Philadelphia with me on a figure skating scholarship, and stevie went to Ottawa for an art degree.
“really?” I asked excitedly
“really. When are you leaving?” she asked sipping her coffee
“I just got back from france what yesterday?” she nodded “so I start the US leg of the tour in February and its September so about five months” I said looking at my phone
*New text from Megan Woods*
Radio and tv interview tomorrow
Radio: 9 am
Tv: 10 pm
“so come skating with me Frankie” she pleaded giving me puppy dog eyes
“fine you win, but I have a radio interview in the morning and id like to be on time” I said putting my cup in the sink and grabbing my keys
“yay ill meet you around three?” she asked
Glancing at the clock which read 2 in the afternoon “
Ok see you then” I said walking out of her apartment
