I woke up to people shouting outside my house, I got up and looked outside the window to see paparazzi take pictures of the house.
"They've been here since 6." I heard Camila's voice.
I just sighed.
"The life of being a musician." I said and grabbed my phone, seeing a few missed calls from the girls and Simon.
A groan left my throat.
"Call them back later, Y/N. The lest stress, the better for the baby." Lauren said as she rubbed my bump.
I nodded and Camila took a picture of us, possibly posting it on our shared Instagram.
I smiled and felt Lauren kiss my tattoo, a reoccurring thing for her and Camila.
I got another call from Simon, making me groan.
I answered before Lauren could grab my phone.
"Y/N! Finally! Why is my friend, Demi in prison?! I heard it's something to do with you.. and also, you have your first interview Friday, with Ellen." I gasped.
"THE Ellen?!" I shouted.
"Yes. The Ellen." He conformed.
"Also, I'll talk to you later about the Demi thing.. it's kinda personal..." I said and he spoke.
"Of course! I'll see you Thursday for the music video for colors!" He said.
"Alright! See you then!" I hung up and squealed loudly for a full minute.
"What? What? What's wrong?!" Camila panicked.
"IM GONNA DO AN INTERVIEW WITH ELLEN!" I screamed and jumped up and down.
Lauren and Camila both squealed, being excited.
"You two get to be back stage, and possibly join!" I said and they screamed in excitement.
I laughed and they hugged me tightly.
After our squealing fit, Lauren and Camila were making lunch while I was in the basement, writing.
I ran my fingers over the piano. I missed playing, but I barely remember anything but a few of my songs.
I wrote everything out, from the possibility that the first baby I was pregnant with being Demi's, and the hatred I felt towards her.
When I finished writing, I grabbed my guitar.
Strumming to find the right tune, I slowly started to make a melody.
Once I finished making the melody, I wrote down the notes to remember it.
A knock came to the basement door.
"Baby?" I heard Lauren's voice.
"You can come in. I'm just making a song." I said and Lauren came in with a plate of food.
"Can I hear what you've got so far?" She asked, making me smile.
"Yeah.." I said and slowly strummed.
I looked at Lauren as I started to sing.
"wanna start this out and say
I gotta get it off my chest
Got no anger, got no malice
Just a little bit of regret
Know nobody else will tell you
So there's some things I gotta say
Gonna jot it down and then get it out
And then I'll be on my way"
